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BAPTIST  SELECTION 

OF 

HYMNS  &  PSALMS. 


A  §EP  21  1934 

HYMNS^gg^L- 

PROM   THE 
MOST   APPROVED  AUTHORS; 

PRINCIPALLY  FROM 

Watts  &  Hippon: 

together  with 

ORIGINALS. 


BY  DANIEL  BODGE,  V.D.M. 


■Sins  unto  GOD,  sing  praises  to  his  name :  extol  him  that  ridcth  upoi; 
the  heavens  by  his  name  J  AH,  and  rejoice  before  him. ... .Psal.  63:  a 

Speaking  to  yourselves  in  psalms,  and  hymns,  and  spiritual  songs,  shy- 
ing and  nuking  melody  in  your  hearts  to  the  LORD.... Epfts.  5:  v 


*     WILMINGTON : 

PUBLISHED  BY  MATHEW  R.  LOCKERMAN 
JOSEPH    JONES,  PRINTER. 
1808.. 


J}ist*ir0qf  Delaware,  ss, 

BE  it  remembered,  that  on  the  twenty-third  day 
of  February,  in  the  thirty-second  year  of  the  indepen- 
dence of  the  United  States  of  America,  A.  D.  18O8, 
Mathew  R.  Lockerman,  of  the  said  District,  hath  de- 
posited in  this  office  the  title  of  a  book,  the  right 
•whereof  he  claims  as  proprietor,  in  the  words  follow- 
ing, to  wit, '  A  Selection  of  Hymns  and  Psalms  from 
the  most  approved  authors,  principally  from  Dr. 
Watts  and  Dr.  Rippon  :  together  with  originals,  for 
the  use  of  public  and  private  devotion.  By  Daniel 
Dodge',  V.  D.  M.  «  Sing  unto  God — sing  praises  to  his 
name  .  Extol  him  that  rideth  upon  the  heavens,  by  his 
name  J  ah,  and  rejoice  before  him,  Psalm  lxviii.  4. 
Sneaking  to  yourselves  in  psalms  and  hymns  and  spirit- 
ual songs,  singing  and  making  melody  in  your  hearts  to 
the  Lord,  Eph.  v.  i9  .' — In  conformity  to  the  act  of 
congress  of  the  United  States,  entitled  ««  An  act  for  the 
encouragement  of  learning,  by  securing  the  copies  of 
maps,  charts  and  books,  to  the  authors  and  proprietors 
of  such  copies  during  the  times  therein  mentioned," 
and  also  to  the  act  entitled,  ««  An  act  supplementary  to 
an  act  entitled  an  act  for  the  encouragement  of  learn- 
ing, by  securing  the  copies  of  maps,  charts  and  books, 
to  the  authors  and  proprietors  of  such  copies,  during 
the  times  therein  mentioned,"  and  extending  the  bene- 
fits thereof  to  the  arts  of  designing,  engraving,  and 
!    tching  historical  and  other  prints. 

THOMAS  WITHERSPOON, 
Chr1  ofthf  District  of  Ddaware. 


PREFACE. 


THE  Psalms  and  Hymns  composed  by  th$r- 
sweet  singer  in  Israel,  Dr.  Watts,  truly  claiim 
the  highest  respect  for  Poetry  ;  yet  there  be- 
ing some  subjects  on  which  he  has  no  Psalm 
nor  Hymn,  has  rendered  his  book  incomplete. 
Dr.  Rippon,  to  obviate  this  deficiency,  has  se- 
lected Hymns  on  every  necessary  subject,  and 
designed  his  as  an  appendix  to  Watts's  :  Still 
there  is  some  inconvenience  in  having  each 
person  disposed  to  sing  accomodated.  In  those- 
meeting-houses  which  have  no  pews,  hymn*, 
books  cannot  be  left  with  safety  :  and  to  carry 
Watts's  and  Rippon's  every  time  they  attend 
divine  worship,  is  thought  very  burdensome.—^ 
Some  being  passionately  fond  of  one,  and  some 
of  the  other,  10  accommodate  each  has  been  tins 
design  of  the  Selector.  How  far  he  has  suc- 
ceeded in  this  attempt  must  be  decided  by  the 
public.  I  have  long  wished  to  see  a  selection 
of  this  kind  done,  by  a  competent  judge  of 
poetry,  but  have  desired  and  waited  in  vain.— 
Having  at  last  compieated  this,  I  submit  it  to 
the  inspection  of  my  brethren  ;  hoping  erelong 
to  meet  them  in  the  celestial  world,  where  the 
song  and  notes  will  be  well  inscribed  on  everf 
"  eart,  and  spend  eternity,  in  wonder,  love  and 
raise,  is  the  praver  of  yours,  &c, 

D.  D, 


A  TABLE 

Tojind  any  Htmn  by  the  first  Line 


Hy  nin  &  Page 

ADAM  our  father  and  our  head,. 
Afflicted  saints  to  Christ  draw  near 
Ah  lovely  appearance  of  death  I 
Alas,  what  hourly  clangers  rise  ! 
All  hail  the  power  of  Jesu's  name  I 
Almighty  Maker  God  ! 
Aloud  we  sing  the  wonderous  grace, 
Am  i  soldier  of  the  cross, 
And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  I 
And  now  the  scales  have  left  mine  eyes, 
And  can  my  heart  aspire  so  high, 
And  have  I,  Christ,  no  love  for  thee 
And  must  this  body  die  ? 
And  will  the  Judge  descend  ? 
Arise  ar.d  shine,  O  Zion,  fair, 
As  on  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 
Ascend  thy  throne,  almighty  King, 
Asham'd  of  Christ,  my  soul  disdains 
Astonish'd  and  distress'd 
At  anchor  laid  remote  from  home, 
Attend,  my  soul,  the  sacred  page, 
Awake,  awake  the  sacred  song 
Awake,  my  soui,  and  Mess  his  name* 
Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
Awak'd  by  Sinai's  awful  sound. 
Away,  my  unbelieving  lears  ! 


X  A  Table  of  the  first  line*. 

Hymn  &  Page 

Awake  our  souls,  away  our  fears,  218 

Awake  our  drowsy  souls,  266 
B 

IJEFORE  thy  throne,  eternal  King,  32$ 
J  Begin  the  third  of  Mathew,  and  read 

that  chapter  true,  34T 

Begone  unbelief,  215 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb,  340 

Behold  how  sinners  disagree  205 

Behold  the  sin-atoning  Lamb,  132 

Behold  the  lep'rous  Jew,  77 

Behold  what  wonderous  grace,  72 

Behold  thy  waiting  servant,  Lord,  87 

Be  with  me,  Loi\i,  to-day  26'4 

Beside  the  gospel  pool,  214 

Bless,  O  ray  soul,  the  living  Gn<j,  \j 

Blest  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  Know  50 

Biess'd  be  the  tie  that  binds  1 86 

Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God,  76 

Biess'd  Jesus,  source  of  grace  divine  149 

Biess'd  is  the  ma",  whose  heart  expands  373 

Blest  are  the  humble  souls  that  see  1*0 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow  51 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death  222 

Bury'd  in  shadows  of  the  night.  56 
C 

CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King,  175 
Christ's  own  soft  hand  shall  wipe  the 

tears,  228 

Christians,  if  your  hearts  be  warm,  349 

Come  ye  sinners  poor  and  wretched  9* 

Come  hither  all  ye  weary  souls,  93 

Come  sinners  attend  and  make  no  delay,  95 

Come  thou  long  expected  Jesus,  I$5 

Come  ve  that  love  the  Saviour's  name,  130 


J.  Table  of  the  first  lines,  xi 

Hymn  &  Page 

^ompard'd  with  Christ  in  all  beside  1 4  s 

Come  gracious  spirit,  heavenly  dove,  148 

Come,  Lord,  and  help  us  to  rejoice,  162 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell  179 

Come,  happy  souls,  approach  your  God,  183 

Come  let  me  love,  or  is  my  mind  184 

Come  all  ye  longing  pi'grims,  here  226 

Come  all  ye  mourning  pilgrims,  229 

Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast  275 

Come  sound  his  praise  abroad,  278 

Come  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs,  285 

Come  guilty  souls  and  flee  away  288 

Come  ye  that  fear  the  Lord,  334 

Come  thou  fount  of  every  blessing  365 
Come,  Lord,  and  warm  each  lai  guid  heart,  422 

Curs'd  be  the  man,  forever  curst,  44 
D 

DAUGHTERS  of  Zion,  come  behold  307 
Dear  Saviour,  make  me  wise  to  see  1?6 

D-zcj:  Saviour  when  my  tho'ts  recall,  1Q8 

Death  with  his  dread  commission  seafd,  38 2 

Death,  'tis  a  melancholy  day  387 

Death  cannot  make  our  souls  afraid,  405 

Dear  people  all  attention  give,  2p8 

Deceiv'ci  by  subtle  snares  rifhgUj  37 

Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record  .55 

Deep  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made  136' 

Deluded  souls  !  v.- he  think  to  find  301 

Descend  from  heaver,  immortal  dove,  ,  420 

I'  i  d  C  hri  st  o' e r  sin  n  e v 5  w e  ep  I  2 8  2 

Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord,  292 

T'o  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord  ?  S25 

Do  we  Rot  know  that  solemn  woyif,  345 


xii  A  Tabic  of  \he  first  luita. 

Hymn  &  Page 
E 

EARLY,  my  God,  without  delay  260 

Earth  has  engross'd  my  love  too  long  428 
Eternity  is  just  at  hand  ;  389 

Eternal  God,  enthronM  on  high  I  2>l\ 

Eternal  God',  almighty  canst:  3 

Exalted  Prince  of  Life,  we  own  J  95 

F 

FAITH!  'tis  a  precious  grace,  155 

Faith  is  the  brightest  evidence  159 

Fair  Sion's  king  we  suppliant  bow  314 

Fai  as  thy  name  is  known  255 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world  begone  257 
Farewell  my  friends,  I  must  be  gone, 
Farewell  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
Farther  of  mercies  bow  thine  ear. 
Father  is  not  thy  promise  pledg'd, 
Father  1  long,  1  faint  to  see 
F-ather  of  glory  to  thy  name 
Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 
Forgivness  \  'tis  a  joyful  sound 

G 

GLORY  to  God  who  Hgns  above 
Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night 
Go  teach  the  nations  and  baptize 
God  who  in  various  methods  told 
God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
God,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son  ; 
God  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 
God  is  a  spirit  just,  and  wise, 
God  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 
God  of  my  lite  to  thee  belong 
Good  is  the  Lord,  the  heavenly  k;ng 
Grace,  'tis  a  charming  sound, 
Gracious  L»7t\.  incline  thine  ear. 


A  Tab.k  of  the  first  lines,.  xili 

My  am  &  Page 

Great  former  of  this  various  frame  {> 

Great  God  attend  while  Zion  sings  173 

Great  spirit  of  immortal  love  ]  8*'" 

Great  God,  oppress'd  with  i^nef  and  fear  24,2 

Great  God  where'er  we  pitch  our  tent,  g$4 

Great  God,  now  condescend,  250 

Great  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great,  284 

Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou  i  38.5 

Great  God,  I  own  the  sentence  just,  407 
II 

HAD  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews,  1 83 

Hail  mighty  Jesus,  how  divine  .08 

Hail  glorious  day,  when  from  the  dead  26:3. 

Happy  beyond  description  he  KiO 

Happy  the  man  who  finds  the  grace  21.6* 

Happy  the  church,  thou  sacred  place,  304 

Hark  !   bom  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound,  404 

Hark  1   'tis  our  heavenly  Leader's  voice  210 

Hark  1   Tor  'tis  Goa's  own  son  thai  calis  70 
Hark  ;  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes,  lltfg 

He  dies  !   the  heavenly  lover  dies,  ]  14 

lie  dies  !   the- friend  of  sinners  dies  362 

He  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives,  1 1$ 

He're,  Lord,  my  soul  convicted  stands,  43 

Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name  24 

Hosannah  to  the  Prince  of  light,  1  1  i 
How  wond'ious  great !  how  glorious  bright .!    8 

H^w  beauteous  are  their  feet  43 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is  I  G$ 
How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  cC  the  Lord,  5)7"* 

How  lost  was  my  condition  1  ip 

How  oft  hath  sin  and  Satan  strove  .165 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours,  231 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  te  hear  25£ 

How  r.i.armin^  is  th^place^  25fi 


xiv  A  Table  of  the  first  lineS. 

Hymn  &  Page 

How  pleasant  how  divinely  fair  25C 

How  shall  the  sons  of  men  appear*  28<> 

How  honourable  is  the  place  30? 

How  pleasant  'tis  to  see  32i- 

How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place  35? 

How  happy  every  child  of  grace,  406 

How  great,  how  terrible  that  God,  409 

Humble  souls  who  seek  salvation.  34! 
I 

I  Long  to  see  the  seasons  ccme  324 
I  love  the  Lord,  he  heard  my  cries,       380 

J  am,  saith  Christ,  the  way  ;  146 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight,  69 

In  vain  we  lavish  out  our  lives  79 

Infinite  grief!  amazing  woe  '  103 

im  sweet  ezaltcd  strains  251 

In  vain  the  giddy  world  er.quirel  295 

In  the  Lord's  word  left  on  record,  350 

Jn  anger,  Lord,  <\o  not  chastise,  o'y 

In  what  confusion  earth  appears,  416 
In  heaven's  rnv  home  mv  treasure's  all  a- 

bovc,    '  427 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  hear:  v  171 

Is  this  the  kind  return,  W 

Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home*  426 

Jesus,  before  thee  I  appear,  7g 
Jesus,  the  heavenly  lover,  gave 
Jesus.  I  sing  thy  matchless  grace, 
Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name. 
Jesus  !  a  name  of  sweetest  sound, 
lesus  our  souls  delightful  choice, 
Tesus,  before  thee  I  appear, 

Vsus,  at  thy  command,  ■■  Xr: 

iesus  grant  as  all  a  blessing,  r    ' 
J~sus,  my  Lord,  how  rich  thy  grace  ! 


323 


A  T<ibU  of  ihefirsi  li.izs>  XV 
Hymn  Sc  Page 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be  343 

Jesus  invites  his  saints  356 

Join  all  the  glorious  names  147 

Joy  to  the  world  the  Lord  is  tome,  100 
K 

KEEP  silence  all  created  things,  It 
Kind  is  the  speech  of  Christ  our  Lord  30:> 

Kindred  and  friends  and  native  lands,  329 

Kindred  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake  367 
L 

LET  all  the  heathen  writers  join  41 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend  47 

Let  those  who  bear  the  christian  name  207 

Let  Zion's  watch  men  all  awake  3 1 0 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord,  I  64 

Like  sheep  we  went  astray,  11-6 

.Lo  !  he  cometh  1    countless  trumpets  412 

Lo  !  he  comes  with  clouds  descending  413 

Lo  !  what  an  entertaining  sight  321 

Lord  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  293 

Lord  shall  we  part  with  gold  for  dross,  297 

Lord  what  a  heaven  of  saving  grace  336 

Lord  at  thy  table  I  behold  354 

Lord  I  am  pain'd,  but  I  resign,  381 

Lord  at  thy  temple  we  appear,  39  S 

Lord  'tis  an  infinite  delight  396 

Lord  vr hat  a  feeble  piece  401 

Lord  thou  with  an  unerring  beam  10 
Lord  thou  hast  search'e  ~.:-d  seen  me  thro' ;   11 

Lord  I  have  made  thy  wo-                 ace^  42 
Lord  hast  thou  made  me  know  thy  wayr  ?     62 

Lord  when  thou  didst  ascend  on  high-,  i  il 
Lord  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder  roll,  1 1 7 

Lord  at  thy  feet  we  sinners  lie,  168 

-Lord  if  thou  thy  grace  impart,  1 6.° 


xvi  J  Tabic  nfthcfrsf  tyres. 

Hymn  St  Page 

i^ord  I  am  thme,  but  thou  wilt  prove  210 

Lord  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  J  pray  047 

Lord  of  hosts  how  lovely  fair,  054. 

Lord  in  the  morning  thou  siialt  hear  259 

Lord  1  cannot  let  thee  go,  074 

Lord  we  come  before  thee  now  280 

M 

^\/|~AN  has  a  soul  of  vast  desires,  298 
,i.y.J_  Me  thinks  the  lust  great  day  is  come,  4it) 

Mortals  awake,  with  angels  join  pg 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love,  I 

Idy  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise  26 

My  soul  thy  great  Creator  praise,  34, 

My  sorrows  like  a  flood,  0*7 

My  soul  with  joy  attend,  $0 

My  God  assist  me  while  I  raise  142 

.My  God  what  silken  cords  are  thine  i  1  $2 

My  soul  how  lovely  is  the  place  174 

My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord,  I  7  J 

My  spirit  looks  to  God  alont,  212 

My  soul  arise  in  joyful  lays,  232 

My  God  permit  me  not  to  be  241 

My  God  permit  my  tongue  270 

My  brethren  from  my  heart  belov'd.  313 

My  thoughts  that  often  mount  ihe  skies,  390 

My  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll,  417 

N 
T^fAKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came,     SOS 
JL^I     Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earjjj^^p  ' 

Not  with  our  mortal  eyes  132 
Not  all  iIk  nobles  of  the  earth 

]\o\v  be  my  heart  inspired  to  sing  4-n 

Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme  3 3 

Now  let  our  mourniul  songs  record  106 

Now  let  our  voices  join  .172 


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Hymn  8c  Page 

Now  in  the  gall'ries  of  his  grace  181 

Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone,  248 

Now  while  the  gospel  net  is  cast,  2S 1 

Now,  Lord,  the  heav'nly  seed  is  sown3  286 

Now  let  our  souls  en  wings  sublime,  23p 

Now  shall  tny  inward  joys  arise,  303 

Now  we  are  met  in  holy  fear  338 

Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts  364 

Now  let  our  hearts  conspire  to  raise  Sj^ 

Now  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood  391 

Now  let  our  drooping  hearts  revive  402 
O 

O  Christians  all  I  pray  reflect,  348 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness,  328 

Often  I  seek  my  Lord  by  night,  75 

O  how  I  love  thy  holy  law  45 

Oh  !  blessed  souls  are  they  66 

Oh  for  a  sliout  of  sacred  joy  I  12 

Oh  i  happy  soulsj  how  fast  you  go,  234 

O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I'll  submit,  224 

O  Lord  I  would  delight  in  thee,  178 

O  God  of  mercy  hear  my  call,  154 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand,  423 

O  thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry,  1  53 

O  thou  whose  justice  reigns  on  high  272 

Our  God  ascends  his  lefty  throne,  308 

Our  souls  by  love  together  knit,  2.27 
P 

PEACE  be  unto  this  house,  249 
Praise  ye  the  Lord  my  heart  shall  join     1 8 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  :  'tis  good  to  raise,  121 

Praise  to  the  Lord,  who  bows  his  ear  377 

Prepare  me  gracious  God,  400 

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REJOICE,  the  Lord  is  King-,  1  \  5 

Religion  is  the  chief  concern  203 

•  Hepent,"  the  voice  celestial  cries,  U)-i 

Return.  ()  God  of  love,  return  ;  42:"> 

H'tse  ray  soul  and  stretch  thy  wings,  230' 

Ilise,  rise  ray  sou4s  and  leave  the  ground      336" 
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"i  AlIyTS,  at  your  heavenly  fathers  word  202 
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Sal vatien  !   O  the  joyful  sound  ! 
Saviour  of  men,  and  Lord  of  love, 
Saviour    "sit  thy  plantation, 
See  Lord,  thy  willing  subjects  bow 
See  what  a  living  stone 
$ee  Feiix  clotlAl  with  pomp  anti  power. 
See  how  the  mounting  Sun 
See  gracious  God,  before  ihy  throne 
Shall  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  blood 
Shall  wisdom  cry  aloud, 
Shew  pity,  Lord.  O  Lord  forgive* 
Shepherd  of  Israel  nentl  thine  ear, 
Should  bounteous  nature  kindly  pour 
Shout  for  the  blessed  Jesus  reigns, 
Swg  to  the  Lord  that  built  the  skies, 
3>fig  the  near  Saviour's  glorious  fame, 
>in$  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
Sing  to  the  Lord  above, 
Sing  to  the  Lord  ye  heavenly  host, 
Sinner,  O  why  so  thoughtless  grown? 
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Hymn  &  Pag^ 

Stop,  poor  sinners,  stop  and  think,           fc  300 

Stoop  clown  my  thoughts  that  us'd  to  rise  392 

Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  slrr.it,  23£ 
S.tretchM  on  ihecioss  the  Saviour  dies;     -    105 

Sweet  is  trie  work,  my  God,  my  King,  26$ 
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THAT  glorious  day  is  drawing  nigh,  31b 

That  awful  day  will  surely  come,  419 

The  sinner  that  by  precious  faitb,  83 

The  voice  of  my  beloved  sounds-  74 

The  Saviour  calls-— let  every  ?ar  $0 

The  tree  ©f  life  my  soul  hafh  seen,.  KT8 

The  bible  is  justly  esteemed  I  44 

The  moment  a  sinner  believes)  157 

The  Lord  will  happiness  divine  1'$$ 

The  day  is  past  and  gone,  246 

The  wondering  nations  have  beheld  306 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes,  316 

The  Lord  on  mortal  worms  looks  down  320 

The  King  of  heaven  bistable  spreads,  355 

The  God  of  our  salvation  hears  360 

The  Lord,  the  Judge  before  bis  throne  4i:;> 

Thee  we  adore  eternal  name,  33d 

There  is  a  fountain  hll'd  with  blood,  127* 

There  is  a  heaven  in  yonder  skies,  225 

There  is  joy  in  heav'n  and  joy  on  earth  335 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight,  :?.U4 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love,  267 

This-  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made,  26 i 

Thou  art,  O  God,  a  Spirit  a  pure,  4 

Thou  whom  my  soul  admires  above  73 

Thou  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  ;  209 

Ti.ou  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb,,  291 

Thou  only  fove.i'eigis  of  my  heart,  33[) 
Tivr.o*  ev'r^/.  age,  eteyna-1  God, 


Jtx:  A  Table  of  the  first  iines. 

Hymn  8c  Page 

Throughout  our  Saviour's  life  we  trace  104 

Thus  saith  the  high  and  lofty  orte,  192 

Thus  was  the  great  Redeemer  plung'd  v324 

Thus  we  commemorate  the  day,  353 

Thy  names  how  inShiO  they  be  !  7 
Thy  mercy  my  God,  is  the  theme  of  my  song  22 

Thy  life  I  read  my  dearest  Lord  398 

Th*  almighty  reigns  exalted  high  13 

sTis  finish'd  !  so  the  Saviour  cry'd,  54 

To  God  the  universal  King  2 

To  Christ  the  Levi,  let  every  tongue  124 

To  distant  lands  thy  gospel  send,  287 

To  thee  let  my  first  offerings  rise,  353 

'Twas  the  commission  of  our  Lord,  346 

NITE,  my  roving  tho'ts  unite  195 
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VAIN  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men  64 

Vital  soark  of  heavenly  flame,  424 
W 

WAIT,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will,  15 
Wandering  pilgrims,  mourning  chris- 
tians, 94 
Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest,  26*3 
Well  met,  dear  friends,  in  Jesu's  name,  26*9 
Well,  the  Redeemer's  <rcne  118 
What  shall  the  dying  sinner  do,  52 
What  strange  perplexities  arise  !  243 
What  various  hindrances  we  meet,  273 
What  sound  is  this  salutes  mine  ear,  319 
What  shall  I  render  to  my  God  37% 
What  think  ye  of  Christ  i  is  the  test  145 
When  the  eternal  bows  the  skies,  21 
When  nr^t  the  God  ot  boundless  grace  26 
V\  hen  God  reveaT<J  his  gracious  name,  59 


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When  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise,  13  < 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear  i$? 

When  strangers  stand  and  hear  me  tell 
When  converts  first  beg-in  to  sing- 
When  Paul  was  parted  from  his  friends, 
When  Abram,  full  of  sacred  awe 
WJhen  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  distress, 
When  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away 
Wherewith,   O  Lord,  shall  I  draw  netr, 
Where  is  my  God,  does  he  retire 
Where  two  or  three  with  sweet  accord 
While  my  Redeemer's  near, 
While  carnal  men  with  all  their  might 
While  on  the  verge  of  life  I  stand, 
Who  shall  the  Lord's  eiect  condemn  ? 
Who  shall  ascend  thy  heavenly  place, 
Why  should  this  earth  delight  us  so  r 
Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die, 
-With  tears  of  anguish  I  lament, 
With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue. 
With  earnest  Longings  of  the  mind, 
With  melting  heart  and  weeping  eyes., 
With  heavenly  power,  O  Lord,  defend 
With  songs  and  honor  sounding  !pucj> 
With  humble  heart  and  tongue 
Y 

YE  servants  of  your  God.  his  iame 
Ye  humble  souls  approach  your  God 
Ye  humble  saints  proclaim  abroad 
Ye  sons  of  men  with  joy  record 
Ye  dying  sons  of  men, 
Ye  scarlet  colouv'd  sinners  come 
Ye  glittering  toys  of  earth  adieu, 
Ye  humble  souls  rejoice;, 
Ye  humble  souir.  complaint  ne  more, 


xxa  A  Table  of  thejirst  Unci. 

v  I*-  Hymn  &  Pare 

Ye  trembling  souls  dismiss  your  fears,        213 

Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 

Ye  sons  of  Adam  vain  and  young, 

Yes>,  the  Redeemer  rose  ; 

Yes,  there  are  joys  that  cannot  die, 

Yonder  !  amazing  sight !  I  see 

Your  harps  ye  trembling  saints 


GENERAL  CONTENTS. 


Cos  From  Hymn     1  to  2^. 

Creation  and  Providence  30 —  34 

Fall  of  Maw  35—  36 

Scriptures,  Properties  of  if  39 —  42 

Moral  Law  43—  4t 

Gospel  46* —  5£ 

Doctrines  and  blessing's  53 —  8b 
Invitations  and  promises  87 —  $7 
Christ,  bis  incarnation  and  ministry  98 — 1  OS 
Sufferings  and  death  103 — 1CK) 

"Resurrection  and  ascension      1 1 0 — 1 1 4 
Exaltation  and  intercession      1 15 — ISO- 
Characters  and  representations  121 — 1 47 
Spirit,  influences  and  graces  148—218 

Christian  life  219 — 240% 

iVoRS hip,  Private  241—243 

Family  244—250- 

Public  251—258 

Lord's-day  259—268 

Before  prayer  S69 — 277 

Before  sermon  278—284 

After  sennor  23  V— 2£4 

IWORLD  295—301 

^Church,  Described,  formed,  &c.  302 — 319 
Associations  of  churches  320 — 331 
Collections  for  poor  churches  33,2 — 332 
Church  meeting  2  *— -34  C 


Txiv  General  Ojut'cnt-i. 

Baptism  S«*  J — 350 

Lord's  Supper  351 — 357 

Times  and  Seasons  353 — 384 

Time  and  Eternity  ~85 — 389 

Death  and  the  Resurrection"  390 — 406 

Judgment  409 — 415 

-? el  r,  and  H r a v e n  4 1 5— .42 8 


HYMNS  &  PSALMS. 


GOD. 

HYMN  l.     S.  M. 

From  I.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  93. 
God  ally  and  in  ail.     Psal.  Ixxii.  25, 

i    T\/I~Y  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
J3jL  To  thee,  to  thee  I  call; 
I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  All  in  All. 

2  (Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 

This  dungeon  where  I  dwell ; 
'Tis  paradise  when  thou  art  here  : 
If  thou  depart  'tis  hell.) 

3  (The  smilings  of  thy  face, 

How  amiable  they  are  ! 
'Tis  heaven  to  rest  in  thine  embrace  , 
And  no  where  else  bat  there.) 

4  (To  thee,  and  thee  alone, 

The  angels  owe  their  bliss 
They  sit  around  thy  gracious  throm;. 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is.) 

5  (Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heavTnly  place, 
If  God  his  residence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face.) 

6  Ner  earth  nor  all  the  sky, 

Can  one  delight  afford  ; 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy 
Without  thy  presence.  Lord, 

E 


The  Being  and 
Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll  : 
The  circle  where  my  passions  move;. 

And  centre  of  my  soul. 
(To  thee  my  spirits  fly 

With  infinite  desire  : 
And  yet,  how  far  from  thee  I  lie  ! 

Dear  Jesus  raise  me  higher.) 

2.     Long  Metre. 

From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hym::  1. 

A  Song  of  Praise  to  God. 

TO  God  the  universal  king 
Let  all  mankind  their  tribute  bring  r 
A1I  that  have  breath,  your  voices  raise, 
In  songs  of  never-ceasing  praise. 
The  spacious  earth  on  which  we  tread, 
And  wider  heavens  stretch'd  o'er  our  head, 
A  large  and  solemn  temple  framo, 
To  celebrate  its  builder's  fame. 
Here  the  bright  sun  that  rules  the  day, 
As  thro'  the  sky  he  makes  his  way, 
To  all  the  world  proclaims  :  loud 
The  boundless  sovereignty  of  God. 
When  from  his  courts  the  sun  retires, 
And  with  the  day  his  voice  expires, 
The  moon  and  stars  adopt  the  song, 
An4  thro'  the  night  the  praise  prolong. 
The  listening  earth  with  rapture  hears 
Th'  narmonious  music  of  the  spheres  ; 
And  ali  her  tribes  the  notes  repeat, 
That  God  is  wise,  and  good,  and  great. 
But  man  endow'd  with  nobler  pow'is, 
His  God  in  nobler  strains  adores  : 
His  is  the  gift  to  know  the  song, 
As  well  as  sir»g  with  tuneful  tongue. 


Perfections  of  God.  3,  & 

3.  Long-  Metre. 
From  J   R's  Selection,  Hymn  2. 

The  Unity  of  God.     Deut.vi.  4. 

ETERNAL  God  1  Almighty  cause 
Of  earth, and  seas  and  worlds  unknown  ; 
All  things  are  subject  to  thy  laws  ; 
AH  things  depend  on  thee  alone. 
Thy  glorious  being  singly  stands, 
Of  all  within  itself  possest  ; 
Controi'd  by  none  art-  thy  commands  ; 
Thou  from  thyself  alone  art  blest. 
To  thee  alone  ourselves  we  owe  ; 
Let  heaven  and  earth  due  komage  pay  ; 
All  other  gods  we  disavow, 
Deny  their  claims,  renounce  their  swaj*. 
Spread  thy  gTeat  name  thro'  heathen  lands ; 
Their  idol-deities  dethrone ; 
Reduce  the  world  to  thy  command  ; 
And  reign,  as  thou  art,  God  alone. 

4.  Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  3, 

The  Spirituality  of  God.     John  iv.  2-i 

THOU  art,  O  God  !  a  Spirit  pure, 
Invisible  to  mortal  eyes  ; 
Th'  immoral  and  the  eternal  King, 
The  great  the  good  the  only  wise. 
Whilst  nature  changes,  and  her  works 
Corrupt,  decay,  dissolve  and  die, 
Thy  essence  pure  no  change  shall  see, 
Secure  of  immortality. 
Thou  great  invisible  !  what  hand 
Can  draw  thy  image  spotless  fair  ? 
To  what  in  heaven,  to  whar  on  earth. 
Can  men  th' immortal  king  compare. 


The  Being  and 
Let  stupid  heathens*  frame  their  gods 
Of  gold  and  silver,  wood  and  stone  ; 
Ours  is  the  God  that  made  the  heavens, 
Jehovah  He  and  God  alone. 
My  soul,  tfey  purest  homage  pay, 
In  truth  and  spirit  him  adore  ; 
More  shall  this  please  than  sacrifice, 
Than  outward  forms  delight  him  more 

5.     Long  Metre. 

From  I    W    Plalm  90 

Mar.  mbrlai  and  God  eternal. 

A  mournful  song  at  a  funeral. 

THRO'  ev'iy  age,  eternal  God, 
Thou  art  cur  rest,  our  safe  abode  : 
Bich  was  thy  throne  e'er  heav'n  was  made. 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footstool  lad. 
Long  hadst  thou  reign'd  ere  time  began, 
Or  dust  was  fashkm'd  into  man  : 
And  long  thy  kingdom  shall  endure 
\V  lun  earth  and  time  shall  be  no  more. 
But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity  : 
Thy  dreadful  sentence,  Lord,  was  just. 
"  Return,  ye  sinners,  to  your  dust." 
(A  thousand  of  our  yearsamount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account ; 
Like  yesterday's  departed  light, 
Or  the  Ikst  watch  of  ending  night.) 

PAUSE. 

(Death,  like  an  overflowing  stream. 
Sweeps  us  away  ;   our  life's  a  dream  : 
An  empty  tale  ;  a  morning  flow'r, 
Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  u:  hour.) 
(Our  age  to  seventy  years  is  set ; 
How  short  the  time  !  how  frail  the  state  ! 


Perfections  of  God* 

And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 

We  rather  sigh  and  groan,  than  live. 

7  But  oh  !  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  off  our  expected  years  1 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread  ! 
We  fear  the  pow'r  that  strikes  us  dead.) 

8  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man  ; 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  the  span, 
'Till  a  wise  care  of  piety 

Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 

6.     Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  5. 
The  Immutability  of  God,   and  the  Mutability 
the  Creation.     Psalm  cii.  2  5.2  8, 

1  f~^\  RE  AT  former  of  this  various  frame, 
\jy[  Our  souls  adore  thine  awful  name; 
And  bow  and  tremble  while  they  praise 
The  ancient  of  eternal  days. 

2  Thou  Lord,  with  unsurpris'd  survey 
Saw'st  nature  rising  yesterday  ; 
And  as  to-morrow,  shall  thine  eye 
See  earth  and  stars  in  ruin  lie. 

3  Beyond  an  Angel's  vision  bright, 
Thou  dwell'st  in  self-existent  light  ; 
Which  shines  with  undiminished  ray, 
While  suns  and  worlds  in  smoke  decay. 

4  Our  days  a  transient  period  run, 
And  change  with  ev'ry  circling  sun ; 
And  in  the  firmest  state  we  boast, 

A  moth  can  crush  us  into  dust. 

5  But  let  the  creatures  fall  around  : 
Let  death  consign  us  to  the  ground? 
Let  the  last  general  flame  arise, 
And  melt  the  arches  of  the  skies  *, 


7,  8  The  Being  and 

6  Calm  -is  the  summer's  ocean,  we 

Can  all  the  wreck  of  nature  see, 

While  grace  secures  us  an  abode, 

Unshaken  a$  the  throne  of  God. 

7.  Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  6. 

The  Infinite. 
i   J  1  1HY  names,  how  infinite  they  be  ! 
_i      Great  Everlasting  one  !  « 

Boundless  thy  might  a;  d  majesty. 
And  unconfin'd  thy  throne. 

2  Thy  glories  shine  of  wond'rous  size, 

And  wond'rous  large  thy  grace  ; 
Immortal  day  breaks  from  thine  eyes. 
And  Gabriel  veils  his  fV.ce. 

3  Thine  essence  is  a  vast  abyss, 

Which  angels  cannot  sound, 
An  ocean  of  infinities 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd- 

4  The  mysteries  of  creation  Ire 

Beneath  enV.ghten'd  minds  ; 
Thoughts  can  ascend  above  the  sky, 
And  fly  before  the  winds. 

5  Reason  may  grasp  the  massy  hills, 

And  stretch  from  pole  to  pole, 
But  half  thy  name  our  spirit  fills, 
And  overloads  our  soul. 

6  In  vaifi  our  haughty  reason  swells, 

For  nothing's  found  in  thee 
But  boundless  unconceivable s, 
And  vast  eternity. 

8.  '  Common  Metre* 
From  I.  W    Book  2,  Hymn  87. 

The  divine  gly.'ica  above  our  reason. 
]    TrjT'  )W  wond'rous  great !  how  glorious 
JUL   MM  our  Creator  be,  [f>ri  zh\ 


Perfections  of  God.  < 

Who  dwells  amidst  the  dazzline  lisrht 
Of  vast  infinity  !  b    5 

2  Our  soaring  spirits  upwards  rise 

Tow'rd  the  celestial  throne  ; 
Fain  would  we  see  the  blessed  Three, 
And  the  Almighty  One. 

3  Our  reason  stretches  all  its  wings, 

And  climbs  above  the  skies  ; 
But  still  how  far  beneath  thy  feet 
Our  grov'ling  reason  lies'! 

4  (Lord,  here  we  bend  our  humble  souls 

^  And  awfully  adore  ; 
For  the  weak  pinions  of  our  mind, 
Can  stretch  a  thought  no  more  } 

5  1  hygienes  infinitely  rise 

Abov^ur  lab'ring  tongue ; 
'  In  vain  tnV  highest  seraph  tries 
To  form  an  equal  song. 

6  (In  humble  notes  our  fakh  adores 

The  greaVMysterious  King: 
While  angels  strain  their  nobfer  pow'rs 
And  sweep  th'  immortal  string. 
9,     Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hvmn  7 
Ommfiotcnce  ;  or,  the  Power  and  Providence  of 
God-     Psalm  cxxxv. 
W      t  Servams  of Tour  God,  his  fame 

vT.r,        S0T^S  °f  higheSt  Praise  Proclaim  : 

|    ie  vviio,  on  his  commands  intent, 

I    xhe  courts  of  Israel's  Lord  frequent. 

'  Him  praise  the  everlasting  king, 
And  mercy's  unexhausted  spring: 
Haste,  to  his  name  your  voices  rear: 

J  W  hat  name  like  his  the  heart  can  cheer  ? 

j  HLhy  greatness,  Lord,  my  thoughts  attest, 
'in!  gratitude  iniDress'd. 


10  The  Being  and 

Nor  know  among  the  seats  divine, 
A  power  that  shall  contend  with  thine. 

4  O  thou,  whose  all-disposing  sway, 
The  heavens,  the  earth,  and  seas  obey j 
Whose  niight  through  all  extent  extends. 
Sinks  through  all  depth,all height  transcends , 

5  From  earth's  low  margin  to  the  sk.es, 
Now  bids  the  pregnant  vapours  rise, 
The  lightning's  palid  sheet  expands, 

I'd  gfads  with  show'rs  the  furrow'd  lands  ; 

6  Now  from  the  storehouse  built  on  high, 
Permits  the  imprison'd  winds  to  fly, 
And,  guided  by  thy  will,  to  sweep 

The  surface  of  the  foaming  deep. 
•7  Him  praise,  the  everlasting  king, 
\nd  mercy's  unexhausted  spring  : 
Haste,  to  his  name  your  voices  real  : 
What  name  like  his  the  heart  can  cheer. 
10.     Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  H>mn  8 
The  Omnipresence  and  Onmisatnce  oj  isod. 
Psalm  exxxix. 
;    X    ORD,  thou  with  an  unerring  beam 

I  A  Survevest  all  my  powers  ; 
%  rising  steps  are  watch'd  by  thee, 
By  thee  my  resting  hours. 

2  My  thoughts  scarce  struggling  into  bnth, 

Great  God,  are  known  to  thee  : 
Abroad,  at  home,  still  I'm  mclos  d 
With  thine  immensity. 

3  To  thee  the  labyrinths  of  life 

In  open  view  appear  ; 
Nor  steals  a  whisper  from  my  lips 
Without  thy  listening  ear. 

4  Behind  I  glance,  and  thou  art  there ; 

Before   me  shines  thy  name  •, 


Perfections  of  God.  *  * 

And  'tis  thy  strong  almighty  hand 
Sustains  my  tender  frame. 

5  Such  knowledge  mocks  the  vain  essays 

Of  my  astonish'd  mind  ; 
Nor  can  my  reason's  soaring~eey- 
Its  towering  summit  find, 

PAUSE. 

6  Where  from  thy  Spirit  shall  I  stretch 

The  pinions  of  my  flight  ? 
Or  where,  thro'  Nature's  spacious  range, 
Shall  I  elude  thy  sight  ? 

7  Scal'd  I  the  skies ;  the  blaze  divine 

Would  overwhelm  my  soul ; 
Plung'd  I  to  hell ;  there  should  I  hear 
Thine  awful  thunders  roll, 

8  If  on  a  morning's  darting  ray 

With  matchless  speed  I  rode, 
And  flew  to  the  wild  lonely  shore, 
That  bounds  the  ocean's  flood  ; 

9  Thither  thine  hand,  all-present  God, 

Must  guide  the  wondrous  way, 
And  thine  omnipotence  support 
The  fabric  of  my  clay. 

10  Should  I  involve  myself  around 

"With  clouds  of  tenfold  night, 
The  clouds  would  shine  like  blazing  noon 
Before  thy  piercing  sight. 

1 1  "  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour, 

"  Are  both  alike  to  thee  : 
**  O  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  power 
"  From  which  I  cannot  flee  1" 
1 1 .     Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Psalm  139. 
The  All- Seeing  God. 
1    "    "    ORD,thou  hast  search'd&seen  me  thro': 
I  iThine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view 


I  The  Being  and 

My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 
My  heart  and  flesh  with  all  their  pow'rs. 
My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own. 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known  ; 
He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak ; 
Ere  from  my  op'ning  lips  they  break. 
Within  thy  circling  pow'r  I  stand, 
On  ev'ry  side  1  find  thy  hand  : 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 
Amazing  knowledge,  vast  and  great  ! 
What  large  extent  !  what  lofty  height ! 
My  soul  with  all  the  pow'rs  I  boast, 
Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 

'    0  may  these  thoughts  Jwssess  my  breast ; 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest ; 
JVbr  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 

PAUSE  FIRST. 

i  Could  I  so  false,  so  faithless  prove, 
To  quit  thy  service  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  presence  shun, 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ? 
If  up  to  heav'n  I  take  my  flight, 
'Tis  there  thou  dwell'st  er.thron'd  in  light 
Or  dive  to  hell,  there  veng'ance  reigns, 
And  Satan  groans  beneath  thy  chains. 
If  mounted  on  a  morning  ray 
I  fly  beyond  the  western  sea, 
Thy  swifter  hand  would  first  arrive, 
And  there  arrest  thy  fugitive. 

(  Or  should  I  try  to  shun  thy  sight 
Beneath  the  spreading  veil  of  night. 
One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray 
Would  kindle  darkness  into  daw 


Perfections  of  God. 
\0  0  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast. 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest  ; 
Jsior  ht  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 

PAVSB  SECON'D. 

1 1  The  veil  of  night  is  no  disguise, 

No  screen  from  thy  all-searching  eyes  ; 
Thy  hand  can  seize  thy  foes  as  soon 
Thro'  midnight  shades  as  blazing  noon. 

12  Midnight  and  neon  in  this  agree, 
Great  God  they're  both  alike  to  thee  ; 
Not  death  can  hide  what  God  will  spy, 
And  hell  lies  naked  lo  his  eye, 

1.3    O  may  thetfe  thoughts  possess  my  breast ; 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest  ; 
AW  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 
12.     Common  Metre. 
From  J,  R's  Selection,  Hymn  9* 
Divi?ie  Sovereignty ;  or,    God's  Dominions  ai 
Decrees. 

KEEP  silence  all  created  things, 
And  wait  your  Maker's  nod : 
My  soul  stands  trembling  while  she  sings 

The  honors  of  her  God. 
Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown 

Hang  on  his  firm  decree  : 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 

Nor  borrows  leave  to  be. 
Chain'd  to  his  throne,  a  volume  lies, 

With  all  the  fates  of  men. 
With  every  angel's  form  and  size^ 
Drawn  by  th'  eternal  pen, 
fcHis  Providence  unfolds  the  book, 
\    And  makes  his  council  shine  ) 


V3  The  Being  and 

Each  opening  leaf,  and  every  stroke 
Fulfils  some  deep  design. 

5  He;e  he  exalts  neglected  worms 

To  sceptres  and  a  crown  ; 
And  there  the  following  page  he  turns; 
And  treads  the  monarch  down. 

6  Not  Gabriel  asks  the  reason  why, 

Nor  God  the  reason  gives ; 
Nor  dares  the  favourite  angel  pry 
Between  the  folded  leaves. 

7  My  God,  I  would  not  long  to  see 

My  fate  with  curious  eyes, 
What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me, 
Or  what  bright  scenes  may  rise. 

8  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace, 

O  may  I  find  my  name, 
'Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  my  Lord  the  Lamb. 
13.     Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Psalm  9?. 
Grace  and  glory. 

1  rJTslli  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high 

JL     O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  sky : 
,   Tho'  clouds  and  darkness  veil  his  feet, 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-seat. 

2  O  ye  that  love  his  holy  name, 
Hate  ev'ry  work  of  sin  and  shame  ; 
He  guards  the  souls  ot  all  his  friends, 
And  from  the  snares  of  hell  defends. 

£  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  saints  in  darkness  sown  ; 
Those  glorious  seeds  shall  spring  and  rise 
And  the  bright  harvest  bless  our  eyes. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  and  record 
The  sacred  honours  of  the  Lord  ; 


Perfections  of  God.  14,15 

None  but  the  soul  that  feels  his  grace 
Can  triumph  in  his  holiness. 

14.     Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Psalm  11  1. 

The  wisdom  of  God  in  his  works. 

1  HONGS  of  immortal  praise  belong 
J3   To  my  almighty  God  ; 

He  has  my  heart  and  he  my  tongue 
To  spread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought ' 

How  glorious  in  our  sight ! 
And  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  sought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  fair  and  beauttous  nature's  frame  ! 

How  wise  the  eternal  mind  I 
His  counsels  never  change  the  scheme 
That  his  first  thoughts  designed. 

4  When  he  redeem'd  his  chosen  sons, 

He  fix'd  his  cov'nant  sure  : 
The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce, 
To  endless  years  endure. 

5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  skies. 

Thy  heav'nly  skill  proclaim  ; 

What  shall  we  do  to  make  us  wise, 

But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ? 

6  To  fear  thy  pow'r,  to  trust  thy  grace  « 

Is  our  divinest  skill  1 
And  he's  the  wisest  of  our  race  f 

That  best  obeys  thy  will. 

15.     Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  11. 
The  Wisdom  of  God. 
AIT,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will. 
Tumultuous  passions,  ail  be  still 


■w 


16  75-,'  Being  and 

Nor  let  a  murmuring  thought  arise  ; 
His  ways  are  just,  his  oouncils  wise. 

2  He  in  the  thickest  darkliess  dwells, 
Performs  his  work  the  cause  conceals; 
But  tho'  hh  methods  art  unknown. 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 

3  In  heaven,  and  earth,  and  air,  and  seac, 
He  executes  his  firm  decrees  ; 

And  by  his  saints  it  stands  confest, 
That  what  he  does  is  ever  he.^t. 

4  Wait  then,  my  soul,  submissive  -wait, 
Prostrate  before  his  awful  seat ; 
And  'mid^t  the  terrors  of  his  rod 
Trust  in  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 

16.     Common  Metre. 

From  J.  Pt's  Selection.  Hymn  12. 

The  Goodness  cf  God.     Nahum  i.  7. 

E  humble  souls  approach  your  jGod 

With  songs  of  sacred  praise, 

For  he  Is  good,  immensely  good, 

And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 
All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care, 

In  him  we  live  and  move  ; 
But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 
He  gave  his  son,  his  only  son, 

To  ransom  rebel  worms ; 
'Tis  here  he  makes  his  goodness  knc  ■ r 

In  its  diviner  forras. 
To  this  dear  refuge,  Lord  we  come. 

'Tis  here  our  hope  relies  ; 
A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home. 

When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 
Thine  eye  beholds,  with  kind  regs   < 
Th'e  *w.:c-  who  ti".v-* .  :  i    thiti  ■ 


Perfections  of  God,  I? 

Their  humble  hope  thou  wilt  reward, 
With  bliss  divinely  free. 
5  Great  God,  to  thy  Almighty  love 
What  honours  shall  we  raise  i 
Nat  all  the  raptur'd  songs  above,, 
Can  render  equal  praise. 

IT.     Long  Metre. 

From  I.  W.  Psalm  \  03. 

Blessing  God  for  his  goodness  to  soul  and  body, 

BLESS,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God, 
'  Call  home  thy  thoughts th  at  rove  abroad? 

Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join 

In  work  and  worship  so  divine  ! 

Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  God  of  grace  ! 

His  favours  claim  thy  highest  praise  ; 

Why  should  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 

Be  lost  in  silence  and  forgot  ? 
i  'Tis  he,  my  soul,  that  sent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes, which  thou  hast  done 

He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives 

The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 
*  The  dees  of  the  mind  he  heals, 

And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels  ; 

Redeems  the  soul  from  hell,  and  saves 

Our  wasting  lives  from  threatening  graves. 

Our  youth  decay 'd,  his  power  repairs  ; 

His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years  : 

He  fills  our  store  with  ev'ry  good, 

And  feeds  our  souls  with  heav'nly  food* 
Hesees  tlv*  oppressor  and  the  opprest, 

And  often  gives  the  suff'rers  rest ; 

But  will  his  justice  more  display 

In  the  last  great  rewarding  day. 
r  (His  power  he  show'd  by  Moses'  handsv 

And  gave  to  Israel  his  commands  ; 


i  8  The  Being  arid 

But  sent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 
To  all  the  nations  by  his  Son.) 
8  Let  the  "whole  earth  his  power  confess. 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace ; 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  shall  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 
181     Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Psalm  146. 
Praise  to  God/or  his  goodness  and  truth. 

1  TTJRAISE  ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  shall  join 

1       In  work  so  pleasant,  so  divine  : 
Now  while  the  flesh  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  soul  ascends  to  God. 

2  Praise  shall  employ  my  noblest  pow'rs, 
While  immortality  endures; 

My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  a'.  1  being  last. 

3  Why  should  I  make  a  man  my  trust  ? 
Princes  must  die  and  turn  to  dust ; 

Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pow,r, 
And  thoughts  all  vanish  in  an  hour. 

4  Happy  the  man,  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God  ;  He  made  the  sky, 
And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train, 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

5  His  truth  forever  stands  secure  ; 

He  saves  th'  opprest,  he  feeds  the  poor; 
He  sends  the  laboring  conscience  peace, 
And  grants  the  pris'ner  sweet  release. 

6  The  Lord  to  sight  restores  the  blind ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind  ; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

7  He  loves  the  saints,  he  knows  them  well  ; 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  licll ; 


Perfections  of  God,  1  £ 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  ; 
Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 
19.     Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  13. _ 
The  loving -kindness  of  the  Lord,  Isa.  lxiii.  T. 

1  A    WAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 

l\    And  sing  thy  great  redeemer's  praise ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 
His  loving-kindness  O  how  free! 

2  He  saw  me  ruin'd  in  the  fall, 
Yet  lov'd  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  sav'd  me  from  my  lost  estate, 
His  loving-kindness  O  how  great ! 

3  Tho'  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
The'  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, 

His  loving-kindness  O  how  strong  1 

4  When  trouble  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gather'd  thick,  and  thunder'd  loud? 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood, 
His  loving-kindness  O  how  good  1 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart, 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ; 
Beit  tho'  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Sotfti  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
O  !  may  my  last  expiring  breath 

His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death  ! 

7  Then  let  me  rnouRt  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day, 
And  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise 
His  loving-lv'ndness  in  the  skies. 

c  2 


20  The  Being  and 

20.     Long  Metre. 

From  I.  W.  Book  1,  Hymn  102. 

The  beatitudes.    Matt.  v.  2 ...  1 2'. 

1  ~IJ  LEST  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
JO  Their  emptiness  and  poverty  ; 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  giv'n, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  hear 'n. 

2  Blest  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart ; 
The  blood  of  Christ  divinely  flows 

A  healing  balm  for  all  their  woes. 

3  Blest  are  the  meak,  who  stand  afar 
From  rage  and  passion,  noise  and  war; 
God  will  secure  their  happy  state, 
And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls  that  thirst  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness  ; 
They  shall  be  well  supply'd,  and  fed 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 

5  Blest  are  the  men  whose  bowels  move 
And  melt  with  sympathy  and  love  : 
From  Christ  the  Lord  shall  they  obtain 
Like  sympathy  and  iove  again. 

6  Blest  are  the  pure  wrhose  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  pow'r  of  sin  ; 

Writh  endless  pleasure  they  shall  see 

A  God  of  spotless  purity. 
Z  Blest  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life. 

Who  quench  the  coals  of  growingstrife  : 

They  shall  be  call'd  the  heirs  of  bliss, 

The  sons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 
3  Blest  are  the  suff'rers  who  partake 

Of  pain  and  shame  for  Jesus'sake ; 

Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord  ; 

Cow  and  joy  are 


Perfections  of  God.  21,22 

21.     Common  Metre. 

From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  14. 

The  Grace  of  God  ;  or.  Divine  Condescension, 

1  "WIS  THEN  the  eternal  bows  the  skies, 

j  j        To  visit  earthly  things, 
With  scorn  divine  he  turns  his  eyes 
From  tow'rs  of  haughty  kings  : 

2  He  bids  his  awful  chariot  roll 

Far  downward  from  the  skies. 
To  visit  ev'ry  humble  soul, 
With  pleasure  in  his  eyes. 

3  Why  should  the  Lord  that  reigns  above 

Disdain  so  lofty  kings  I 
Say  Lord,  and  why  such  looks  of  love 
Upon  such  worthless  things  ? 

4  Mortals,  be  dumb  ;  what  creature  dare 

Dispute  his  awful  wTill  ! 
Ask  no  account  of  his  affairs, 
But  tremble  and  be  still. 

5  Just  like  his  nature  is  his  grace, 

All  sov'reign,  and  all  free  ; 
Great  God,  howsearchless  are  thy  ways ; 
How  deep  thy  judgments  be  ! 
22.     Tune,  Christmas. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  15. 
The  mercy  of  God.     Psalm  Ixxxix.  1. 

1  PITCHY  mercy,  my  God,  is  the  theme  of  my 

J     _       song, 
The  joy  of  my  heart  and  the  boast  of  my 

tongue ; 
Thy  free  grace  alone  from  the  first  to  the  last, 
Hath  won  my  affections,  and  bound  my  soul 
fast. 

2  Without  thy  sweet  mercy  I  could  not  live 

Jiere, 
\    Sin  soon  would  reduce  me  to  utter  despair  ; 


:3  The  Being  and 

But    thro'   thy   free    goodness,   my    spirits 

revive, 
And  l)e  that  first  made  me,  still  keeps  me 

alive. 
Thy  mercy  is  more  than  a  match  for  my 

heart, 
Which    wonders  to  feel  its  own   hardness 

depart  ; 
Disso!  v'd  by  thy  goodness,I  fa!!  to  the  ground, 
And  weep  to  the  praise  of  the  mercy  I  found. 
The  door  of  thy  mercy  stands  open  all  day 
To  the  poor  and  the  needy  who  knock  by  the 

way  ; 
No  sinner  shall  ever  be  .empty  sent  back, 
Who  comes  seeking  mercy  for  Jesus's  sake. 
Thy  mercy  in  Jesus  exempts  me  from  he'! , 
Its  glories  Til  sing,  and  its  wonders  I'll  tell ; 
'twas  Jesus  my  friend,  when  he  hung  on 

the  tree, 
Who  open'd  the  channel  of  mercy  for  me. 
Great  Father  of  mercies,  thy  goodness  I  own, 
And  the  covenant  love  of  thy  crucify'd  Son  ; 
All  praise  to  the  Spirit,  whose  whisper  divine. 
Seals  mercy  and  pardon  and  righteousness 

mine. 

23.     Common  Metre, 

From  I.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  105. 
Repentance  flowing  from  the  patience  of  Gctf. 

AND  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  ? 
And  do  we  yet  rebel  ? 
Ti's  boundless,  'tis  amazing  love 

That  bears  us  up  fiom  hell  1 
The  burden  of  our  weighty  guilt 
Would  sink  us  down  to  flames, 
And  threatening  vengeance  rolls  above 
To  crush  cur  feeble  frames. 


Perfections  of  God.  24  s 

3  Almighty  goodness  cries — Forbear  : 
And  strait  the  thunder  stays  : 
And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath 
And  weary  o  Lit  his  grace  ? 
i  Lord,  we  have. long  abus'd  thy  love. 
Too  long  indulgM  oui  sin, 
Our  tirhing  hearts  e'en  bleed  to  see 
What  rebels  we  have  been. 
5   No  more  ye  lusts  ^tull  ye  command, 
No  more  will  we  obey  ; 
Stretch  out,  O  God,  thy  conqu'ring  hand. 
And  drive  thy  foes  away. 

24.     Common  Metre. 

From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  17- 

The  Holiness  of  God.     Isaiah  viii.  13. 

1  "i      rOLY  and  reverend  is  the  name 

B    B       Of  our  eternal  king  ; 
Thrice  holy  Lord  1  the  angels  cry, 
Thrice  holy,  let  us  sing. 

2  Heaven's  brightest  lamps  with  him  compar'd, 

How  mean  they  look,  and  dim  ! 

The  fairest  angels  have  their  spot?, 

When  once  compar'd  with  him. 

3  Holy  is  he  in  all  his  works, 

And  truth  is  his  delight  ; 
But  sinners  and  their  wicked  ways 
Shall  perish  from  his  sight. 

4  The  deepest  reverence  of  the  mind, 

Pay,  O  my  soul,  to  God  ; 
Lift  with  thy  hands  a  holy  heart 
To  his  sublime  abode. 

5  With  sacred  awe  pronounce  his  name 
Whom  words  nor  thoughts  can  reach  » 

A  broken  heart  shall  please  him  more 
Than  the  best  forms  of  speech. 


•25,26  The  Beipg.and 

6    Thou  holy  God  !  preserve  my  soul 
Frdm  all  pollution  free  ; 
The  pure  in  heart  are  thy  delight, 
Ana*  they  rhy  face  shall  see. 

25.      Long  Metre. 

From  J.  \V<  Selection,  Hymn  19. 

'Fut  Truth  and  Faithfulness  of  God,      Numb. 

xxin.  19. 

YE  humble  saints,  proclaim  abroad 
The  honours  or' a  faithful  God, 
How  just  and  ti  ue  are  all  his  ways, 
Blest  in  his  self-sufficiency  r 
"2   The  words  his  sacred  lips  declare 
Or  his  own  mind  the  image  bear  ; 
What  should  him  tempt,  from  frailty  free,  . 
Blest  in  his  seif-sufficiency. 

3  He  will  not  his  great  self  deny  : 
A  God  all  truth  can  never  lie  ; 
As  well  might  be  his  being  quit 
As  bieak  his  oath,  or  word  forget. 

4  Let  frightenM  riveis  change  their  course, 
Or  backward  hasten  to  their  source  ; 
Swift  through  the  air  let  rocks  be  hurl'd 
And  mountains  like  the  chaff  be  whiiTd. 

b   Let  sun  and  stars  forget  to  rise, 
Or  quit  their  stations  in  the  skies  ; 
Let  heaven  and  earth  both  pass  a  Way, 
Eternal  truth  shall  ne'er  decay. 

6  True  to  his  word,  God  gave  his  son 
To  die  for  crimes  which  men  had  done  { 
Blest  pledge  !   he  never  will  revoke 
A  single  promise  he  has  spoke. 


2S. 


Perfection*  of  God. 
Common  Metn 


From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hvmn  21 
f^fmPTf&kgdiiog^i   St9   the  Harmony 
i    G4r^-^Wt"e  Perfecflo™>     Psal.  Ixxxv.  10. 
\i/ *"£*   ^ %  the  God  of  boundkts  grace 
?  ?      Disclos'd  his  kind  design, 
To  rescue  our  apostate  race 
From  mis'ry,  shame  and  sin  ; 

2  Quick  through  the  realms  of  light  and  bliss, 

The  joyful  tidings  ran  ; 
Each  heart  exulted  at  the  news, 

T|lat.  God  should  dwell  with  man. 

3  1  et  'midst  their  joys  they  paus'd  awhile, 

And  ask'd  with  strange  surprise, 
"  But  how  can  injur'd  justice  smile, 
"  Or  look  with  pitying  eyes  ? 
t  ("  Will  the  Almighty  deign  z«h\n 
"  To  visit  yonder  world  ;     ° 
"  And  hither  bring  rebellious  men, 
"Whence  rebels  once  were  burl'd  ? 

'  "  T<hl\r  '27 '  and  gr°aRS'  anci  deeP  ^ess 
"  Aloud  for  mercy  call  • 

J1  But  ah  !  must  truth  and  righteousness 

"  fo  mercy  victims  fall  :*' 
So  spake  the  friends  of  God  and  man, 

Delighted,  yet  surpris'd  g 
Eager  to  know  the  wondVous  plan, 

That  wisdom  had  devis'd.)      ;■ 
The  Son  of  God  attentive  heard, 

And  quickly  thus  reply 'd, 
H  In  me  let  mercy  be  rever'd, 

'*  And  justice  satisfy 'd. 
|  Behold  !  my  vital  blood  I  pour, 

"  A  sacrifice  to  God  ; 
J  Let  angry  justice  now  no  more 

"'  Demand  the  singer's  blood." 


27,  28  The  Being  and 

9  He  spake,  and  heaven's  high  arches  rung 
With  shouts  of  loud  applause  ; 
((  He  dy'd,"  the  friendly  angels  -ung, 
Nor  cease  their  rapturous  j<ys. 
Q~.      Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selections,  Hymn  22. 
The  Doctrine  of  the  Trinity,  and  tin  Use  of  it- 
Eph.  ii.  13- 

1  ji^ATHLR  of  glory,  to  thy  name 
Jj        Immortal  praise  we  gi*e, 
Who  do«t  an  act  of  grace  proclaim, 

And  bid  us  rebels  live. 

2  Immortal  honour  to  the  Son, 

Who  makes  thine  anger  cease  ; 

Our  lives  he  ransomM  with  his  own. 

And  dy'u  to  make  our  peace. 

3  To  thy  almighty  spirit  be 

Immortal  glojy  given, 
Whose  influence  brings  us  near  to  thee, 
And  trains  us  up  for  heaven. 

4  Let  men,  with  their  united  voice, 

Adore  th'  eternal  God, 
And  spread  his  honours  and  their  joys, 
Through  nations  far  abroad. 

5  Let  faith,  and  love,  and  duty  join, 

One  general  song  to  raise  ; 
Let  saints  in  earth  and  heav'n  combine, 
In  harmony  and  praise. 

28.      Long  Metre. 

From  I.W.   Psaim  145. 

The  greatness  of  God. 

1  "T\/B~Y  ^od'  my  kin£'  thy  va"ous  praise 
1VI     Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days; 

Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue 

Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

2  The  wings  of  ev'ry  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear ; 


Perfections  of  God.  £a 

And  ev'ry  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 
■3  Thy  truth  and  justice  I'll  proclaim  ; 
Thy  bounty  flows  an  endless  stream  ; 
Thy  mercy  swifr,  thine  anger  slow, 
But  dreadful  to  the  stubborn  foe. 

4  Thy  works  with  sov'reign  glory  shine, 
And  speak  thy  majesty  divine  ; 

Let  ev'ry  realm  with  joy  proclaim 
The  sound  and  honour  of  thy  name. 

5  Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succession  of  thy  praise  ; 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  song 
The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue. 

6  But  who  can  speak  thy  wond'rous  deeds, 
Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  ; 
Vast  and  unsearchable  thy  ways  ! 

Vast  and  immortal  be  thy  praise  ! 

29.     Long  Metre. 

From  I.  W.   Book  1 ,   Hymn  32. 

God  far  above  creatures  ;  or,  man  vain  and  mortal* 

Job  iv.    17. ..21. 

1  O  HALL  the  vile  race  of  flesh  and  blood 
£_}   Contend  with  their  Creator,  God  ? 
Shall  mortal  worms  presume  to  be 
More  holy,  wise,  or  just,  than  he  ? 

2  Behold  he  puts  his  trust  in  none 
Of  all  the  spirits  round  his  throne  ; 
Their  natures,  when  compar'd  with  his. 
Are  neither  holy,  just,  nor  wise. 

3  But  how  much  meaner  things  are  they 
Who  spring  from  dust,  and  d  well  in  clay  ? 
Touch  \1  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath, 
We  faint  and  vanish  like  the  moth. 

4  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
We  die  by  thousands  in  thy  sight  ; 

D 


0  Creation  and 

BuryM  in  dust  whole  nations  lie, 
Like  a  forgotten  vanity. 
Almighty  pow'r,  to  thee  we  bow  ; 
How  frail  are  we  !  how  glorious  thou  !v 
No  more  the  sons  of  earth  shall  dare 
With  an  eternal  God  compare. 


Oration  and  Providence. 

30.     Short  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  1,  Hymn  92. 
Christ  the  wisdom  of  God.    Prov.  viii.  1 ,  22. ..32. 
OHALL  wisdom  cry  aloud, 
£_}   And  not  her  speech  be  heard  ? 
The  voice  of  God's  eternal  word, 
Deserves  it  no  regard  ? 
£  I  was  his  chief  delight, 
His  everlasting  Son, 
Before  the  first  of  all  his  works. 
Creation,  was  begun. 

3  (Before  the  flying  clouds, 

Before  the  solid  land, 
Before  the  fields,  before  the  flood?. 
i  dwelt  at  his  right  hand. 

4  When  he  adorn'd  the  skies, 

And  built  them,  J  was  there, 
To  order  when  the  sun  should  rise, 
And  marshal  ev'ry  star. 

5  When  he  pour'd  out  the  sea, 

And  spread  the  flowing  deep 
I  gave  the  flood  a  firm  decree, 
In  its  own  bounds  to  keep. 

6  Upon  the  empty  air 

Xne  earth  Was  balano'd  well 


Providence.  SI 

With  joy  I  saw  the  mansion  where 
The  sons  of  men  should  dwell, 
7  My  busy  thoughts  at  first 
On  their  salvation  ran, 
Ere  sin  was  born,  or  Adam's  dust 
Was  fashionM  to  a  man. 
3  Then  come,  receive  my  grace. 
Ye  children  and  be  wise  ; 
Happy  the  man  that  keeps  my  ways  ; 
The  man  that  shuns  them  dies. 
31.     Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  13. 
The  creatiov,  preservation,  dissolution,  andrestc 
ration  of  this  -world. 

1  O  ING  to  the  Lord  that  built  the  skies, 
O  The  Lord  that  rear'd  this  stately  frame  ; 
Let  ail  the  nations  sound  his  praise, 

And  lands  unknown  repeat  his  name. 

2  Me  form'd  the  seas,  and  form'd  the  hills3 
Made  ev'ry  drop,  and  ev'ry  dust, 
Nature  and  time,  with  ali  their  wheels, 
And  put  them  into  motion  first. 

3  Now  from  his  high  imperial  throne, 
He  looks  far  down  upon  the  spheres  ; 
He  bids  the  shining  orbs  roll  on, 
And  round  he  turns  the  hasty  years 

4  Thus  shall  this  moving  engine  last 
Till  all  his  saints  are  gathej'd  in, 
Then  for  the  trumpet's  dreadful  blast 
To  shake  it  all  to  dust  again. 

5  Yet  when  the  sound  shall  tear  the  skies5 
And  lightning  burn  the  globe  below, 
Saints  you  may  lift  your  joyful  eyes, 
There's  a  new  heav'n  and  earth  for  you, 


82,  33  Creation  and 

32.      Long  Metre. 

From  J    R*s  Selection,  Hymn  30. 

God's  goodness  to  t/i£  children  of  men.     Psalm 

cvii.  31. 

1  "^7"E  sons  of  men  with  joy  record 

■       The  various  wonders  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  let  his  power  and  goodness  sound 
Thro*  all  your  tribes  the  earth  around. 

2  Let  the  high  heavens  your  songs  invite, 
Those  spacious  fields  of  brilliant  light ; 
Where  sun,  and  moon,  and  planets  roll. 
And  stars  that  glow  t  rom  pole  to  pole. 

3  Sing  earth,  in  verdant  robes  array'd, 

Its  herbs  and  flowers,  its  fruits  and  shade  ; 

Peopled  with  life  of  various  forms, 

Of  fish,  and  fowl,  and  beasts,  and  worms. 

4  View  the  broad  sea's  majestic  plains, 
And  think  how  wide  its  Maker  reigns ; 
That  band  remotest  nations  joins, 
And  on  each  wave  his  goodness  shines. 

5  But  O  !  that  brighter  world  above, 
Where  lives  and  reigns  incarnate  love, 
God's  only  Son,  in  flesh  array 'd, 
For  man  a  bleeding  victim  made. 

$  Thither,  my  soul,  with  rapture  soar. 
There  in  tfre  land  of  praise  adore  ; 
The  theme  demands  ati  angel's  lay, 
Demands  an  everlasting  day. 

33.     Common  Metre. 

From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  34. 

The  tnysteries  of  Providence ;  or,  light  shining  out 

of  darkness. 
1    f^i  OD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 
\JC  His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea. 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 


Providence.  34 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never  failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sov'reign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints  fresh  courage  take, 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense. 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence, 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour  ; 
The  bud  msy  have  a  bitter  taste. 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain  J 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

34.     Long  Metre. 

From  I.  W.  Psalm  104. 

The  glory  of  God  in  Creation  and  Providence..- 

1  1\/1"      sotJl>  tn}r  great  creator  praise  ; 
JLyJl   When  eloath/d  in  his  celestial  rays* 
He  in  full  majesty  appears, 

And  like  a  robe  his  glory  wears. 

2  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtains  spread  ; 
TV  unfathom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed  ; 


Note,  This  Psalm  may  be  sung  to  a  different  metre, 
by  adding  the  following  two  lines  at  every  stanza, 
viz. 

Great  is  the  Lord;   what  tongue  can  fr air* 
An  equal  honour  to  his  name. 
d  2 


'Si  Creation  and 

Clouds  arc  bis  chariots  when  he  flies 
On  winged  storms  across  the  skies. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  inspires, 
His  ministers  are  flaming  fires  ; 

And  swift  as  thought  their  armies  move 
To  bear  his  veng'ance  or  his  love. 

4  The  world's  foundation  by  his  hand 
Is  pois'd,  and  shall  for  ever  stand  : 
He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
Lest  it  should  drown  the  earth  again. 

5  When  earth  was  covcr'd  with  the  flood. 
Which  high  above  the  mountains  stood, 
He  thunder'd,  and  the  ocean  fled, 
ConfinM  to  its  appointed  bed. 

6  The  swelling  billows  know  their  bound, 
And  in  their  channels  walk  their  round  ; 
Yet  thence  convey M  by  secret  veins, 
They  spring  on  hills,  and  drench  the  plains, 

7  He  bids  the  chrystal  fountains  flow, 
And  cheers  the  vall.es  as  they  go  ; 
There  gentle  herds  their  thirst  allay, 
And  for  the  stream  wild  asses  bray. 

8  From  pleasant  trees  which  shade  the  brink,. 
The  lark  and  linnet  light  to  drink  ; 

Their  songs  the  lark  and  linnet  raise, 
And  chide  our  silence  in  his  praise. 

PAUSE   FIRST. 

9  God  from  his  cloudy  cistern  pours 

On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  show'rs  : 
The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the  field, 
A  thousand  joyful  blessings  yield. 
I  0  He  makes  the  grassy  food  arise, 
And  gives  the  cattle  large  supplies; 
With  herbs  for  man  of  various  power, 
To  ncfcirisfi  nature,  or  to  cure. 


Providc7ice.  34 

1  i  What  noble  fruit  the  vines  produce  J 
The  olive  yields  a  pleasing  juice  ; 
Our  hearts  are  cheer'd  with  gen'rous  wine, 
His  gifts  proclaim  his  love  divine:. 

12  His  bounteous  hands  our  table  spread, 
He  fills  our  cheerful  stores  with  bread  ; 
While  food  our  vital  strength  imparts, 
Let  daily  praise  inspire  our  hearts. 

PAUSE  SECOND. 

13  Behold  the  stately  cedar  stands 
Rais'd  in  the  forest  by  his  hands ; 
Birds  to  the  boughs  for  shelter  fly,' 
And  build  their  nests  secure  on  high. 

14  To  craggy  hills,  ascends  the  goat ; 
And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot 
The  feebler  creatures  make  their  cell ; 
He  gives  them  wisdom  where  to  dwell. 

15  He  sets  the  sun  his  circling  race, 
Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face  ; 
And  when  thick  darkness  veils  the  day, 
Calls  out  wild  beasts  to  hunt  their  prey. 

1 6  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
And  roaring  ask  their  meat  from  God  ; 
But  when  the  morning  beams  arise, 
The  savage  beast  to  covert  flies. 

17  Then  man  to  daily  labour  goes  : 
The  night  was  made  for  his  repose  : 
Sleep  is  thy  gift,  that  sweet  »eiief 
Froru  tiresome  toil  and  wasting  grief. 

18  How  strange  thy  works  !  how  great  thy  skill  J1 
While  cv'ry  land  thy  riches  fill : 

Thy  vvisdom  round  the  world  we  see, 
This  spacious  earth  is  full  of  thee'. 
1.9   Nor  less  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 
Where  fish  in  millions  swim  and  creep, 


34  Creation  and 

Willi  woiid'jous  motions,  swift  or  slow, 
Still  wand'nng  in  the  paths  below. 

20  There  ships  divide  their  wat'ry  way, 
.And  flocks  of  scaly  monsters  play  ; 
The  huge  leviathan  there  resides, 
And  fearless  sports  amid  the  tides. 

FAUSE  THIRD. 

21  Vast  are  thy  works,  almighty  Lord* 
All  nature  rests  upon  thy  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  stan 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hands. 

22  While  each  receives  his  diff'rent  food, 
Their  cheerful  looks  pronounce  it  good  : 
Eagles  and  bears,  and  whales  and  worms 
Rejoice  and  praise  in  difF'rent  forms. 

23  But  wken  thy  face  is  hid  they  mourn, 
And  dying  >0  their  dust  return  ; 
}>oth  man  and  beast  their  souls  resign  : 
Life,  breath  and  spirit,  all  are  thine. 

24  Yet  thou  canst  breathe  on  dust  again, 
And  fil]  the  world  with  beasts  and  men  ; 
A  word  of  thy  creating  breath 
Repairs  the  wastes  of  time  and  death. 

25  His  works,  the  wonders  of  his  might, 
Are  honor'd  with  his  own  delight  : 
How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways  ! 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praise. 

26'  The  earth  stands  trembling  at  thy  stroke, 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  smoke; 
Yet  humble  souls  may  see  thy  face, 
And  te!i  their  wants  tosov'reign  grace. 

27  In  thec  my  hopes  and  wishes  meet, 
And  make  my  meditations  sweet ; 
Thy  praises  shall  my  breath  employ 
Till  'f  expires  in  end!:?s  joy.  * 


The  Fall.  35y  36 

$8  While  haughty  sinners  die  accurst, 
Their  glory  hury'd  with  their  oust, 
I  to  my  God,  my  heav'nly  King 
Immortal  hallelujahs  sing. 


The  Fall. 

25.     Long  Metre. 

From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  38. 

Original  sin  ;  or,  tht first  and  second  Adai^ 

1  A    DAM  our  father  and  oar  head, 

j\  Transgress' d  and  justice  doom'd  us  dead 
The  fiery  law  speaks  all  despair, 
There's  no  reprieve  nor  pardon  there, 

2  Call  a  bright  council  in  the  skies  ; 
Seraphs  the  mighty  and  the  wise, 
Speak  ;  are  you  strong  to  bear  the  load. 
The  weighty  vengeance  of  a  God  f 

3  In  vain  we  ask  ;    tor  all  around 

Stand  silent  thro'  the  heavenly  ground  ; 
There's  not  a  glorious  mind  above 
Has  halfthe  strength  or  half  the  love. 

4  But  O  !  unmeasurnble  grace  •-:.-.. 
Th'  eternal  Son  takes  Adam's  place  ; 
Down  to  our  world  the  Saviour  fl'es; 
Stretches  his  arms  and  bleeds  and  flies', 

5  Amazing  work!  look  down;,  ye  skies, 
Wonder  and  gaze  with  all  your  eyes  . 
Ye  saints  below  and  saints  above, 
All  bow  to  this  mysterious  love, 

36.     Short  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn 40. 
The  evil  heart.     Jer.  xvii.  9-    Matt.  xv.  IQ.. 
1      A    STONISH'D  and  distress'd 
.XjL.    1  turn  my  eyes  within  ; 


57  The  Fall. 

My  heart  with  loads  of  guik  opprest 
The  f-eat  of  every  sin. 

2  What  crouds  of  evil  thoughts. 

What  vile  affections  there  ! 
Distrust,  presumption,  artful  guile. 
Pride,  envy,  slavish  fear. 

3  Almighty  King  of  saint?, 

These  tyrant  lusts  subdue  ,* 

Expel  the  darkness  of  my  mind, 

And  all  my  powers  renew. 

4  This  done  my  cheerful  vorcc 

Shall  loud  hosannas  raise  I 
My  sonl  shall  glow  with  gratitude, 
My  lips  proclaim  thy  praise. 

37-     Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Hymn  107. 
The  fall  and  recovery  of  mail;  or,  Clirist  and  Sa fan 
at  t nmll y.     Gen.  hi.  1,15,  17  >    Gal.  iv.  4. 
Col.  ii.  15. 
i    TT^ECEIV'D  by  subtle  snares  of  hell, 
JU   Adam  our  head,  our  father,  fell, 
Vv  lien  Satan  in  the  serpent  hid, 
ProposM  the  fruit  that  God  forbid. 

2  Death  was  the  threat'ning  ;  death  began 
To  take  possession  oi  the  man  I 

*  His  unborn  race  receiv'd  the  wound, 
And  heavy  curses  smote  the  ground. 

3  But  Satan  found  a  worse  reward  ; 
Thus  saith  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord* 
"  Let  everlasting  hatred  be 

(i  Betwixt  the  woman's  seed  and  thee. 

4  "   1  he  woman's  seed  shall  be  my  Son, 

•*  He  shall  destroy  what  thou  hast  done  : 
«'  Shall  break  thy  head,  and  only  feel 
*  Thy  malice  raging;  at  his  heeK" 


The  Fall 

5    (He  spake,  and  bid  four  thousand  years 
Roll  on  ;  at  length  his  Son  appears  : 
Angels  with  joy  descend  to  earth, 
And  sing  the  young  Redeemer's  birth, 

5  Lo,  by  the  sons  of  hell  he  dies  ; 
But  as  he  hung  'twixt  •  arth  and  skies, 
He  gave  their  prince  a  fatal  blow, 
And  triumph'd  o'er  the  pow'rs  below.) 

38.     Common  Metre. 

From  J.  R's  Selections,  Hymn  59. 

Indwell  177  <r  sin  lamented. 

WITH  tears  of  anguish  1  lament, 
Here  at  thy  feet,  my  God. 
My  passion,  pride,  and  discontent, 

And  vile  ingratitude. 
Sure  there  was  ne'er  a  heart  so  base 

So  false  as  mine  has  been  ; 
So  faithless  to  its  promises, 

So  prone  to  every  sin  1 
My  reason  tells  me  thy  commands 

Are  holy,  just,  and  true; 
Tells  me  whate'er  my  God  demands 

Is  his  most  righteous  due. 
Reason  1  hear,  her  counsels  weigh, 

And  all  her  words  approve  : 
But  still  I  find  it  hard  t'  obey, 

And  harder  yet  to  love. 
How  long,  dear  Saviour,  shall  I  feel 

These  struggles  in  my  bieast ! 
When  wilt  thou  bow  my  stubborn  will 

And  give  my  conscience  rest  ? 
Break,  sr.v'reign  grace,  O  break  the  charm. 

And  set  the  captive  free  ; 
Reveal,  Almighty  God,  thine  arn>^ 

And  haste  to  rescue,  me; 


S9,  40  Secure. 

Scripture....  The  properties  of  it. 

39.     Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R*s  Selection,  Hymn  46. 
The  Excellency  and  Sujiciency  of  the  Holy  Scrip* 
tttref. 
|.J^ATHEP.  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 
JL        What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
Forever  be  thy  name  ador'd 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  may  the  Wretched  sons  of  want 

Lxhaustless  riches  find; 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here,  the  fair  t»ee  of  knowledge  grows 

O        fc> 

And  yields  a  free  repast, 
Sublimcr  sweets  than  nature  knows 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

4  Here,  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around  ; 
And  life,  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  bliss;  ul  so  unci. 
$  O  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 
My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  encreasing  light  : 
6  Divine  Instructor,  gracious  Lord, 
Be  thou  forever  near ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there. 
40.     Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W.    Book  1,  Hymn  53. 
The  holy  scriptures       Heb.  i    1,2.      2  Tim.  iii. 

15,  16\      Psal.  cxlvii.  19,  20. 
I    £"^  Op,  who  in  various  methods  told 
VJt    His  mind  and  will  to  saints  of  old, 


The  Properties  of  it,  41 

Sent  his  own  Son,  with  truth  and  grace, 
To  teach  us  in  these  latter  days. 
'2  Our  nation  reads  the  written  word, 
That  book  of  life,  that  sure  record 
The  bright  inheritance  of  heav'n, 
Is  by  the  sweet  conveyance  giv'n. 

3  God's  kindest  thoughts  are  here  exprc#s'4 
Able  to  make  us  wise  and  bless'd, 
The  doctrines  are  divinely  true, 
Fit  for  reproof,  and  comfort  too. 

4  Ye  people  all  who  read  his  love 
In  long  epistles  from  above, 
(He  hath  not  sent  his  sacred  word 
To  ev'ry  land)  praise  ye  the  Lord. 

4 1 .     Common  Metre. 

From  I.  W.  Psal.  1 19,  Part  7. 

Imperfection  of  nature,  and  perfection  of  serif  &• 

lure. 

1    TT    ET  all  the  Heathen  writers  join 
_JL^f  To  form  one  perfect  book, 
Great  God  !  if  once  compar'd  with  thine, 

How  mean  their  writings  look! 
Not  the  most  perfect  rules  they  gave 

Could  show  one  sin  forgiv'n, 
Nor  lead  a  step  beyond  the  grave  ; 

But  thine  conduct  to  heay'n. 
I've  seen  an  end  of  what  we  call 

Perfection  here  below ; 
How  short  the  pow'rs  of  nature  fall, 

And  can  not  farther  go. 
Yet  men  would  fain  be  just  with  God, 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrought ; 
But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 

Extend  to  ev'ry  thought. 


if,  43  Scriptures,  \Jc. 

3  In  vain  we  boast  perfection  here, 
While  sin  defiles  our  frame, 
And  sinks  our  virtues  down  so  far, 
They  scarce  deserve  the  name. 
6  Our  faith  and  love,  and  every  grace* 
Fall  far  below  thy  word  ; 
£ut  perfect  truth  and  righteousness 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 

42.     Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Psalm  119,  Part  8. 
The  Excellency  and  Variety  of  Scripture* 
Ver.  111.  Paraphrased. 
J   T    ORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice* 
_|  A  My  lasting  heritage  ; 
There  shall  my  noblest  pow'rs  rejoice 
My  warmest  thoughts  engage. 
3  111  read  the  hist'nesof  thy  love, 
And  keep  thy  laws  in  sight, 
While  through  the  promi  es  I  rove, 
With  ever  fresh  delight. 

3  ' lis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 

Where  springs  of  life  arise. 
Seed*  of  immortal  bliss  are  sown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

4  The  best  relief  that  mourners  have,. 

It  makes  our  sorrows  blest ; 
Our  fairest  hop?  beyond  the  grave. 
And  our  eternal  rest. 


The  Moral  Law. 

43.  Long  Mure. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  5CL 
Tht  praciica    use  of  the  Moral  La\'J  to  the  con- 
vinced Sinner. 
1  T  T    RE,  Lord,  my  soul    convicted  stands 
Jl  Of  breaking  all  thy  ten  commands; 


The  Moral  Law.  44 

And  on  me  justly  might'st  thou  pour 
Thy  wrath  in  one  eternal  show'r. 
But  thanks  to  God,  its  loud  alarms 
Have  warn'd  me  of  approaching  harms: 
And  now,  O  Lord,  my  wants  I  see, 
Lost  and  undone,  I  come  to  thee. 
I  see  my  fig-leaf  righteousness 
Can  ne'er  thy  broken  law  redress : 
Yet  in  thy  gospel  plan  I  see 
There's  hope  of  pardon  t'en  for  me* 
Here  I  behold  thy  wonder's  Lord, 
How  Christ  hath  to  thy  law  restor'd 
7'hose  honors  on  th'  atoning  day, 
Which  guilty  sinners  took  away. 
Amazing  wisdom,  power,  and  love; 
Di  splay 'd  to  rebels  from  above  ; 
Do  thou,  O  Lord,  my  faith  increase* 
To  love  and  trust  thy  plan  of  grace- 
44.     Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  52. 
The  Law  and  Gosficl ;  or,  Christ  a  Refuge. 
li  /^lURST  be  the  man,  forever  curst, 

\^J  "  That  doth  one  wilful  sin  commit ; 
"  Death  and  damnation  for  the  first, 
M  Without  relief  and  infinite." 
Thus  Sinai  roars  ;  and  round  the  earth 
Thunder  and  fire  and  vengeance  flings  ; 
But  Jesus,  thy  dear  gasping  breath, 
And  Calvary  say  better  things. 
"Pardon,  and  grace,  and  boundless  love, 
*<  Streaming  a  long  a  Saviour's  blood, 
"  And  life,  and  joys,  and  crowns  above, 
<c  Obtain'd  by  a  dear  bleeding  God. 
Hark,  how  he  prays,  (the  charming  sound 
Dwells  on  his  dying  lips)  Forgive  ; 


45  The  Moral  Law 

And  every  groan  and    aping  wound 
Cries  "  Fattier  let  the  rebeis  live." 

5  Go,  you  that  rest  upon  the  law, 
And  toil  and  seek  salvation  there, 
Look  to  the  flame  that  Moses  saw, 
And  shrink,  and  tremble,  and  despair 

6  But  I'll  retire  beneath  the  Cross, 
Saviour,  at  thy  dear  feet  I  lie  i 

And  the  keen  sword  that  justice  draws. 
Flaming  and  red,  shall  pass  me  by. 

45.     Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  P*alm  1  1Q,  Part  5. 
Delight  in  scripture  :  or,  ihe  word  of  God  duett  kg 
in  hs, 
Verst  97. 
f  ^|  HOW  I  love  thy  holy  hw, 
V^  " Trs  daily  my  delight  ; 
And  thence  my  mediations  draw* 
Divine  advice  by  night. 
Ver.  141 . 
3  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day 
To  meditate  thy  word  ; 
My  soul  with  longing  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  gospel,  Loid. 
Ver.  3,  13,  54. 

3  How  doth  thy  word  my  heart  engage  * 

How  well  employ  my  tongue  1 
And  in  my  tiresome  pilgrimage. 
Yields  me  ao  heavenly  song. 
Ver.  19,  103. 

4  Am  I  stranger  or  at  home  t 

'Tis  my  perpetual  feast  ; 
Not  honev  dropping  from  the  comb, 
So  much  delights  my  taste. 
Ver.  72,  127. 

5  No  treasures  so  enrich  the  mind  ; 


The  Gospel  4* 

Nor  shall  thy  wort)  be  sold 
For  loads  of  silver  well  refin'd, 
Nor  heaps  of  choicest  Gold. 
Ver.  2fc,  49,   175. 
When  nature  sinks  and  spirits  droop, 

Thy  promises  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  support  my  hope. 
And  there  I  write  thy  praise. 


The  Gospel. 

46.  Long  Metre. 

From  J.  RY  Selection,  Hymft  54. 

The  Gospel  of  Christ. 

1  g^i  OD,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 
\JC  Makes  his  eternal  councils  known 
'Tis  here  his  richest  mercy  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Here  sinners  of  an  humble  frame 
May  taste  his  grace  and  learn  his  name  : 
'Tis  writ  in  characters  of  blood, 
Severely  just,  immensely  good. 

3  Here  Jesus  in  ten  thousand  ways, 
His  soul -attracting  charms  displays, 
Recounts  his  poverty  and  pains, 
And  telio  his  love  in  melting  strains. 

4  Wisdom  its  dictates  here  imparts, 
To  form  our  minds,  to  cheer  our  hearts  r 
Its  influence  makes  the  sinner  live  ; 
It  bids  the  drooping  saint  revive. 

5  Our  raging  passions  it  controls, 
And  comfort  yields  to  contrite  souls ; 
It  brings  a  better  world  in  view, 
And  guides  us  all  our  journey  thro* 

6  May  this  blest  volume  ever  lie 
Close  to  my  heart,  and  near  my  eye. 

2  2 


it  The  Gospel. 

'Till  life's  last  hour  my  soul  engage, 
And  be  my  chosen  heritage  i 

47.     Common  Metre. 

From  I.  W.  Xook  1 ,  Hymn  7. 

Tile  invi  ation  of  the   Gospel ;  or,  spiritual  food. 

and  clothing.     Isa.  lv.  1,  2,  &c. 
i    X"    E  r  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend 
1  4   ^nd  ev'ry  heart  rejoice, 
Tnc  Lrumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds,, 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry  starving  souls, 

That  feed  upo-n  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind  : 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul  reviving  feast, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 
4>  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 
And  pine  away  and  die  ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry* 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  Sows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

6  [Ye  perishing  and  naked  poor, 

Who  work  with  mighty  pain, 
To  weave  a  garment  of  your  own, 
That  will  not  hif'e  your  sin  ; 

7  Come  naked,  and  adorn  your  souls 

In  robes  prepar'd  by  God, 
Wrought  by  the  labours  of  his  son> 
And  dyed  in  his  blood.] 


The  Gospel.  48 

3  Dear  God  !  the  treasures  of  thy  love 
Are  everlasting  mines, 
Deep  as  our  helpless  miseries  are, 
And  boundless  as  our  sins  ! 
9,  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace. 
Stand  open  night  and  day  ; 
Lord  we  are  corn*  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

48.     Short  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  1 ,  Hymri  10. 
The  blessedness  qf  Gospel  times  :  or,  the  revela- 
tion of  Christ  to  Jews  and  Gentiles,   Isa.  v.  8, 
7,  8,9,  10.     Matt.  xiii.  16,  17. 

1  *[     fOW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
JL  JL   Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill, 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 

And  words  of  peace  reveal  I 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice, 

How  sweet  the  tidings  are  1 
*'  Zion  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 
"He  reigns  and  triumphs  here.'3 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for 
And  sought*  but  never  found  ; 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 

That  see  this  heav'nly  light ; 
Prophets  and  kings  desir'd  it  long, 
But  dy'd  without  the  sight. 

5  The  Watchmen  join  their  voice* 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  : 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs,, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy, 


49  The  Gosfiel. 

S  The  Lord  maktrs  bare  his  arm, 
Thro*  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 
Let  ev'ry  nation  now  behold, 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

49.     Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  1,  Psal.  45,  Part  J . 
The  glory  of  Christ  and  flow  er  of  his  Gospel- 
\  IWTOW  be  my  heart  inspir'd  to  sing 
_Lt|   The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 
Jesus  the  Lord,  how  heav'nly  fair 
His  form !  how  bright  his  beauties  are  ! 
3  O'er  all  the  sons  of  human  race 
He  shines  with  a  superior  grace, 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  blessings  all  his  state  compose. 

3  Dress  thee  in  arms,  most  mighty  Lord 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  sword, 

In  majesty  and  glory  ride 

With  truth  and  meekness  at  thy  side. 

4  Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  dart, 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  stubborn  heart ; 
Or  words  of  mercy  kind  and  sweet 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

5  Thy  throne,  O  God,  forever  stands, 
Grace  is  the  sceptre  in  thy  hands  ; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  just  and  right. 
Justice  and  grace  are  thy  delight. 

r)  God,  thine  own  God,  has  richly  shed 
His  oil  off  gladness  on  thy  head. 
And  with  his  sacred  spirit  blest 
His  hrst  born  Son  above  the  rest 


The  Gosfiel.  --50,  51 

50.     Common  Metre. 
From  J.  W.  Psal.  89,  Part  3, 
Ver.    15,  kc. 
A  blessed  Gospel. 

BLEST  are  the  souls  that  hear  and  know 
The  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
Peace  shall  attend  the  paths  they  go, 

And  light  their  steps  surround. 
Their  joy  shall  bear  their  spirits  up 

Through  their  Redeemer's  name  ; 
His  righteousness  exalts  their  hope. 

Nor  Satan  dares  condemn. 
The  Lord  our  glory,  and  defence, 

Strength  and  salvation  gives  : 
Israel,  thy  king  forever  reigns, 

Thy  God  forever  lives. 

51. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  57, 

The  Jubilee^ 
1    T>  LOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 

J3  The  gladly  solemn  sound  ! 

Let  ail  the  nations  know 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  Jubiles  is  come  ; 
Return  ye  ransom' d  sinners,  horns* 

Exalt  the  Lamb  of  Go<^, 

The  sin-atoring  Lamb  ; 

Redemption  by  his  blood 

Thro*  ail  the  lands  proclaim  i 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home, 

[Ye,  who  have  sold  for  nought 

The  heritage  above  ; 

Shall  have  it  back  unbov.&fit 

Tiie  gift  of  Jesus'  leve  % 


$6  The  Gospel. 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  : 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home.^ 

4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 
Your  liberty  receive ; 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live  : 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home, 

5  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 
The  news  of  parcfning  grace  : 
Ye  happy  souls  draw  near, 
Behold  your  Saviour's  face  : 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

6  Jesus  our  great  high  priest 
Has  full  atonement  made  : 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest  : 

Ye  mournful  souls  be  glad": 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  dinners,  home. 
52.     Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  60. 
The   Gospel  is   the  power  of  God  to  Salvation. 
Rom.  i.  1  6. 

1  T7LTHAT  shall  the  dying  sinner  do, 

W  That  seeks  relief  for  all  his  woe? 
Where  shall  the  guilty  conscience  find 
Ease  for  the  torment  of  the  mind  ? 

2  How  shall  we  get  our  crimes  forgiv'n, 
Or  form  our  natures  fit  for  heav'n  ? 
Can  souls,  all  o'er  defil'd  with  sin, 

Make  their  own  powers  and  passions  clean  ? 

3  In  vain  we  search,  in  vain  we  try, 
Till  Jesus  bijngs  his  gospel  nigh  ; 
'Tis  there  that  power  and  glory  dwell 
That  save  rebellious  bouIs  from  hell, 


Scripture  Doctrine  and  Blessings*         5J 

4  This  is  the  pillar  ofour  hope, 
That  bears  our  fainting  spirits  up  ; 
We  read  the  grace,  we  trust  the  word, 
And  find  salvation  in  the  Lord. 

5  Let  men  or  angels  dig  the  mines 
Where  nature's  golden  treasure  shines  j 
Brought  near  the  doctrine  of  the  cross, 
All  nature's  gold  appears  but  dross. 

6  Should  vile  blasphemers,  with  disdain^ 
Pronounce  the  truths  of  Jesus  vain, 
We'll  meet  the  scandal  and  the  shame, 
And  sing  and  triumph  in  his  name. 

Scripture  Doctrine  and  Blessiugs. 

53. 

From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  69. 

Redeeming  Love. 

1  "TVr°Y^beSin  theheav'nty  theme, 
X^l    Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name  : 
Ye  who  his  salvation  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love.  v 

2  Ye,  who  see  the  Father's  grace 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  souls  dry  up  yourtears? 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears  j 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Cancell'd  by  redeeming  love.  * 
Ye,  alas  1  who  long  have  been 
Willing  slaves  of  death  and  sin* 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop  and  taste  redeeming  love. 
Welcome  all  by  sin  opprest, 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest ; 
Nothing  brought  h?m  from  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  !0y«. 


54  Redemfttitn, 

6  When  his  spirit  leads  us  home? 
When  we  to  his  glory  come* 
We  shall  all  the  fulness  prove, 
Of  our  Lord's  redeeming  love. 

7  He  subdu'd  th'  infernal  powers, 
Those  tremendous  foes  of  ours, 
From  their  cursed  empire  drove  ; 
Mighty  in  redeeming  love. 

8  Hither  then  your  music  bring, 
Strke  aloud  each  cheerful  string, 
Mortals~join  the  host  above, 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 

Redemption. 

54.     Long  Metre. 
From  J.  Il's.  Selection,  Hymn  75, 
It  is  finished.     John  xix.  30. 
i  'H^lIS  finish'd  !  So  the  Saviour  cried, 

Jt     And  meekly  bow'd  his  head  and  died, 
'Tis  finish'd — yes  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

2  'Tis  finish'd — all  that  heaven  decreed, 
And  all  the  ancient  prophets  said 

Is  now  fulfill'd  as  was  design'd, 
In  me  the  Saviour  of  mankind. 

3  'Tis  finish'd — Aaron  now  no  more 
Must  stain  his  robes  with  purple  gore  ; 
The  sacred  veil  is  rent  in  twain, 

And  Jewish  rites  no  more  remain. 

4  'Tis  finish'd — this  my  dying  groan 
Shall  sins  of  every  kind  atone  : 
Millions  shall  be  redeem'd  from  death, 
By  this,  my  last  expiring  breath. 

*Tis  finish'd  Heav'n  is  reconcill'd, 
And  all  the  powers  of  darkness  spoilVi : 
Peace,  love,  and  happiness  again 
Return  and  dwell  witn  sinful  men. 


Redemption..  55,  5& 

G  'Tis  finish VI — let  the  joyful  sound 

Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round  ; 

'Tis  finished — rlet  the  echo  fly 

Thro'  heay'n  aikJ  hell,  thro'  earth  and  sky. 

55.  Long  Metre. 
From  ].  W.  Fsal.  69,  Part  1. 

Cirri- ft  passion  and  sinner's  Salvation. 
EEJP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 
&    Vht  deeper  sorrows  of  our  Lord  i 
Behold  the  rising  billows  roll, 
To  overwhelm  his  holy  soul. 
In  Jong  complaints  he  spends  his  breath, 
While  hosts  of  hell  and  powr's  of  deaths 
And  all  the  sons  of  malice  join 
To  execute  their  curst  design. 
Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  pow'r  and  love 
Has  made  the  curse  a  blessing  prove  ; 
Those  dreadful  sufY'iings  of  thy  Son 
Aton'd   for  sins  which  we  had  done. 
The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord 
The  honors  of  thy  law  restor'c] : 
His  sorrows  made  thy  justice  knowrr 
AnJ  paid  for  follies  not  his  own. 
O  for  his  sake  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  sinner  live  : 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  shall  our  hope  he  turn'd  to  shame.. 

56.  Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  1,  Hymn  97. 

Christ  our    Wisdom,  Righteousness,  i?c, 
i.  Cor.  i.  30. 

BURY'Bin  shadows  of  the  night, 
We  lie  'till  Christ  restores  the  light? 
Wisdom  descends  to  heal  the  blind, 
And  chase  itit  darkness  of  the  mind. 


57  Hcdemfiiititi, 

2  Our  guilty  souls  are  drown'd  in  tears, 
'Till  his  atoning  blood  appears  : 
Then  we  awakefrom  deep  distress, 
And  sing,    The  Lord  our  righteousness. 

3  Our  very  frame  is  mix'd  with  sin, 
His  spirit  makes  our  natures  clean  ; 
Such  virtues  from  his  suff'rings  flow, 
At  once  to  cleanse  and  pardon  too. 

4  Jesus  beholds  where  Satan  reigns, 
Binding  his  slaves  in  heavy  chains, 
He  sets  the  pris'ners  free,  and  breaks 
The  iron  bondage  from  our  necks. 

5  Poor  helpless  worms  in  thee  possess 
Grace,  wisdom,  pow'r  and  righteousness. 
Thou  art  our  mighty  All,  and  we 

Give  our  whole  selves,  O  Lord,  to  thee. 
57.     Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  68, 
The  humble  worship  of  heaven. 

1  Ij^ATHER,  I  long,  I  faint  to  see 
JO     The  place  of  thine  abode  ; 
I'd   leave  the  earthly  courts  and  flee 

Up  to  thy  seat,  my  God  I 

2  Here  I  behold  thy  distant  face, 

And  'tis  a  pleasing  sight ; 
But  to  abide  in  thine  embrace} 
Is  infinite  delight. 

3  I'c?  part  with  all  the  joys  of  sense, 

To  gaze  upon  thy  throne  ; 
Pleasure  springs  fresh  forever  thence, 

Unspeakable,  unknown. 
<l  [There  all  the  heavnenly  hosts  are  seen. 

In  shining  ranks  they  move,  » 

And  drink  immortal  vigour  in 

With  wonder  and  with  love.- 


Regeneration. 

5  Then  at  thy  feet  with  awful  fear. 

Th'  adoring  armies  fall  : 
With  joy  they  shrink  to  nothing  there,. 
Before  th'  eternal  All. 

6  There  1  would  vie  with  all  the  host, 

In  duty  and  in  bliss  ; 
While  less  than  nothing  I  could  boast 
And  vanity  confess.] 

7  The  more  thy  glories  strike  mine  eyes. 

The  humbler  1  shall  lie  : 
Thus  while  I  sink  my  joys  shall  rise 
*  Un measurably  high. 

Regeneration. 

58.     Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  77. 
Efficacious  grace,  Psal.  xlv.    3 — 5. 
i   TFJTAIL  !  mighty  Jesus,  how  divine 
JL  A  Is  thy  victorious  sword  ! 
The  stoutest  rebel  must  resign, 
At  thy  commanding  word. 
H  Deep  are  the  wounds  thy  arrows  give  ; 
They  pierce  the  hardest  heart : 
Thy  smiles  of  grace  the  slain  revive} 
And  joy  succeeds  to  smart. 

3  Still  gird  thy  sword  upon  thy  thigh, 

Ride  with  majestic  sway  : 
Go  forth,  sweet  prince,  triumphantly, 
And  make  thy  foes  obey. 

4  And  when  thy  victories  are  complete  ; 

When  all  the  chosen  race 
Shall  round  the  throne  of  glory  meet, 
To  sing  thy  conquering  grace. 

5  O  may   my  humble  soul  be  found 

Among  that  favor'd  band  1 
And  I,  with  them:  thy  praise  will  sound 
Throughout  immanuel's  land. 


Z>9,  ijd  Regeneration. 

59.     Comm^   Metre. 

From  I.  W.  Plalm  126. 

The  joy    of  a    remar 'k  ■  : )/e  conversion  ;  or,    Met- 

atfckoly  removed. 

1  """"ITI  THEN  God  reveai'd  his  gracious  namv  - 

f  f      Arid  chafrgf  d  my  mournful  state, 
My  rapture  seemM  a  pleasing  dream., 
The  grace  appear'd  so  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confess  : 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  strains, 
And  sung  surprisingjgrace. 
J2  "  Great  is  the  work,"  my  neighbors  cry*d. 
And  own'd  the  pow'r  divine  ; 
il  Great  is  the  work,"  my  heart  reply'd, 
u  And  be  the  glory  thine. 
4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 
Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

3  Let  those  that  sow  in  sadness- wait 

Till  the  fair  harvest  come, 
They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great, 
And  shout  the  blessings  home, 
6  Tho'  seed  lie  bury'd  long  in  dust, 
It  shan't  deceive  their  hope  ; 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  lost, 
For  grace  insures  the  crop. 

6*0.     Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  1,  Hymn  95, 
Regeneration.     John  i.  1  3.  and  iii.  3.  &c. 
I   "^T^T  a^  tne  outward  forms  on  earth-, 
X^l      Nor  rites  that  God  has  giv'n, 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood  nor  birth? 
Can  raise  a  soul  to  beav'n; 


Regeneration.  £>1 

2  The  sov'reign  will  of  God  alone,. 

Creates  us  heirs  of  grace  ; 
Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new  peculiar  race. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  some  heav'nly  wind;, 

Blows  on  the  sons  of  flesh, 

New  models  all  the  carnal  mind, 

And  forms  the  man  afresh. 

4  Our  quicken'd  souls  awake  and  rise 

From  the  long  sleep  of  death  ; 
On  heav'nly  things  we.  fix  our  eyes, 
And  praise  employ    our  breath. 
6l .     Common  Metre. 
From  J.  Il's  Selection,  Hymn  80. 
'The  converted  Thief.      Luke  xxiii.  45. 

1  4  Son  the  cross  the  Saviour  hung, 
jLjL  And  wept,  and  bled,  and  dy'd, 
He  pour'd  salvation  on  a  wretch 

That  languished  at  his  side. 

2  His  crimes  with  inward  grief  and  shame* 

The  penitent  confess'd  ; 
Then  turn'd  his  dying  eyes  to  Christ, 
And  thus  his  pray'r  addressM  : 

3  ((  Jesus,  thou  Son  and  heir  of  Heaven , 

"  Thou  spotless  Lamb  of  God, 

"  I  see  thee  bath'd  in  sweat  and  tears, 

"  And  welt'ring  in  thy  blood  : 

4  <c  Yetquickly  from  these  scenes  of  woe, 

"  In  triumph  thou  shalt  rise, 
"  Burst  thro'the  gloomy  shades  of  death, 
"  And  shine  above  the  skies. 

5  "  Amid  the  glories  of  that  world, 

"  Dear  Saviour,  think  on  me  ; 
<e  And  in  the.vict'ne?  of  thy  death 
"  Let  ni>  a  sharer  be.5' 

6  Kis  praver  the  d$in'«-  Jesus  hears. 


s 


62  Justification, 

And  instantly  replies, 
a  To-day  thy  parting  soul  shall  be 
44  With  me  in  paradise.'* 


Justification. 

62.     Long  Metre. 

From  J    IVs Selection,  Hymn  SS. 

Human  righteuusness  insufficient  to  justify* 

Mic.  vi.  6 — 8,  [near, 

i  TXTHEREWITH,  O  Lord,  shall  I  draw 
\j      Or  bow  myself  before  thy  face? 
How  in  thy  purer  eyes  appear  ? 
What  shall  I  bring  to  gain  thy  grace  ? 

2  Will  gifts  delight  the  Lord  most  high  ? 
Will  multiply W  oblations  please  ! 
Thousands  of  rams  his  favor  buy, 

Or  slaugbter'd  millions  e'er  appease  ? 

3  Can  these  assuage  the  wrath  of  God  ? 
Can  these  wash  out  my  guilty  stain  ? 
Rivers  of  oil,  or  seas  of  blood, 

Alas  !   they  all  must  flow  in  vain. 

4  What  have  I  then  wherein  to  trusts 
I  nothing  have,  I  nothing  am  ; 
Excluded  is  my  every  boast, 

My  glory  swallowed  up  in  shame. 

5  Guilty  I  stand  before  thy  face  ; 
My  foul  desert  is  hell  and  wrath  ; 
'Twere  just  the  sentence  should  take  place* 
But  O,  I  plead  my  Saviour's  death  ! 

5  I  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son, 
Who  died  for  sinners  on  the  tree  ; 
I  plead  his  righteousness  alone, 
O  put  the  srpotless  robe  on  me; 


Justification*  6,3,  64 

63.     Long  Metre. 
Prom  1.  W.  Book  1,  Hymn  14. 
The  triumph  of  faith  ;  or,    Christ's   unchangeable 

love.      Rom.  Viii.  33,  &c. 
t   T^THO  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  Y 
J  J      "Tis  God  that  justifies  their  souls, 
And  mercy  like  a  mighty  stream^ 
O'er  all  the<r  sins  divinely  rolls.  ll 

£  Who  shall  adjudge  the  safets  to  hell  }. 
'Tis  Christ  that  suffer'd  in^&eir  stead.; 
And  the  salvation  to  fulfil,       v;:,\Yr- 
Behold  him  rising  from  the  dead; 

3  He  lives!   he  lives  !   and  *dts  above? 
For  ever  interceding  there  : 

Who  shall  divide  us  from  his  love. 
Or  what  should  tempt  us  to  despair? 

4  Shall  persecution  or  distress, 
Famine,  or  sword,  or  nakedness  ? 

He  that  hath  lov'd  us,  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  rhan  conqu'rors  too. 

5  Faith  hath  an  overcoming  pow'r, 
It  triumphs  in  the  dying  hour  : 
Christ  is  our  life,  our  joy,  our  hope, 
Nor  can  we  sink  with  such  a  prop. 

6  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 
Nor  pow'rs  on  high,  nor  pow'rs  below, 
Shall  cause  his  mercy  to  remove, 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Christ  our  love. 
64.     Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W,  Book  1,  Hymn  94. 
Justification   by  faith,  not  by  works  :   or,  the  IqVJ 

condemns,  "race justifies.     Rom.  iii.  19 — 22. 
}    ""^7"  AIN  are  the  hopes  the  sons  of  men 
y       On  their  own  works  have  built  ; 
Their  hearts  by  nature  are  unclean. 
And  all  their  actions  guik. 


65  Pardon, 

2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  stop  their  mouths, 

Without  a  murmuring  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  stand 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  a?k  God's  righteous  law 

To  justify  us  now, 
Since  to  convince  and  to  condemn, 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 
4'  Jesus,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace, 
When  in  thy  name  we  trust  ! 
Our  faith  receives  a  righteousness 
That  makes  the  sinner  just. 

Pardon. 

65.     Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  87. 
Divine  Forgiveness.  Luke  vii.  47. 

1  TniOEOiVENES^  !  'tis  a  joyful  sound 
JO     To  malefactors  doom'd  to  die  ; 
Publish  the  bliss  the  world  around  ; 

Ye  seraphs  shout  it  from  the  sky  1 

2  * Tis  the  rich  gift  of  love  divine i 
*Tis  full,  out-measuring  every  crime  ; 
Unclouded  shall  its  glories  shine, 
And  feel  no  change,  by  changing  time. 

3  Our  sins  unnumber'd  as  the  sand, 
And  like  the  mountains  for  their  size, 
The  seas  of  sovereign  grace  expand, 
The  seas  of  sovereign  grace  arise. 

4  For  this  stupendous  love  of  heaven 
What  grateful  honors  shall  we  show 
Where  much  transgression  is  forgiven 
Let  love  in  equal  ardors  glow. 

*>  By  this  inspir'd,  let  all  our  days 
With  various  holiness  be  crown'd  ; 
Let  truth  and  goodness  pray'r  and  praise 
In  aU  abide,  in  all  abbund. 


J&ardon-.-  66,  67 

66.  Short  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Psal.  3-2. 

Forgiveness  of  sins  upon  confession  • 
1    /^\H  blessed  souls  are  they 

\J  Whose  sins  are  covei'd-  o'er  ; 
Divinely  blest  to  whom  the  Lou! 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 
%  They  mourn  their  follies  past, 

And  keep  their  hearts  with  care  : 
Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit 
Shall  prove  their  faith  sincere* 

3  While!  concealM  my  guilt, 

I  felt  the  fest'ring  wound, 
Till  Iconfest  my  sins  to  thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  sinners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  saints  keep  near  the  throne: 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  distress, 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 

67.  Short  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  88. 

Confession  and  Pardon.    1  John  i.  %  Prov. 
xxviii.  13. 

MY  sorrows  like  a  flood. 
Impatient  of  restraint, 
Into  thy  bosom,  O  myGod, 

Pour  out  a  long  complaint.     , 

This  impious  heart  of  mine, 

Could  once  defy  the  Lord, 
Could  rush  with  violence  on  to  sin, 

In  presence  of  thy  sword. 

How  often  have  I  stood 

A  rebel  to  the  skies, 
And  yet,  and  yet,  O  matchless  grace  1 

Thy^thunder  sifent  lies. 


68  Pardon,. 

4  O  shall  I  never  feel 

The  meltings  of  thy  love! 

Am  I  of  such  hell-harden'd  stcei 

That  mercy  cannot  move  ? 

5  O'ercome  by  dying  love, 
Here  at  thy  cross  1  lie  ; 

And  throw  my  flesh,  my  soul,  my  ail. 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  die. 

6  "•  Rise,"  says  the  Sa;iour,  "  rise, 
"  Behold  my  wounded  veins  : 

M  Here  flows  a  sacred  crimson  flood^ 
'•  To  wash  away  thy  stains." 

7  See  God  is  reconcil'd  ! 
Behold  his  smiling  face  ! 

Let  joyful  cherubs  clap  their  wings.. 

And  sound  aloud  his  grace. 
a 

68.     Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  90. 
Faith  in  Christ,  Jar  Pardon  and  sdnctijicatieri, 
}    TTOW  sad  our  state  by  nature  is  ! 
JtjL  Our  sin,  how  deep  it  stains  ! 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  minds 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 
3  But  there's  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace 
Sounds  from  the  sacred  word  ; 
*•  Ho  !  ye  despairing  sinners  come, 
"  And  trust  upon  the  Lord." 

3  My  soul  obeys  th*  almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief  : 
I  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord; 
Oh  !  help  my  unbelief. 

4  [To' the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

Incarnate  God,  I  fly  ; 
Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  soul 
From  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 
3  Stretch  out  thine  arm  victorious  Kina, 


Pardon,.  69 

My  reigning  sins  subdue  ; 
Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  seat, 

With  all  his  hellish  crew.] 
A  guilty,  weak  and  helpless  worm 
*    On  thy  kind  arms  1  fall ; 
Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 

My  Jesus  and  my  all. 

69»     Tone  Warren. 

Hymn  30.     New  Collection. 

Looking  at  the  cross. 

IN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
IJnaw'd  by  shame  or  fear  ; 
'Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 

And  stopt  my  wild  career. 
I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood  ; 
Who  fiVd  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 

As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 
Sure  never  till  my  latest  breath, 

Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  seem'd  to  charge  me  with  his  deatrr, 

Tho'  not  a  word  he  spoke. 
My  conscience  felt  and  own'd  the  guilt. 

And  plung'd  me  in  despair  ; 
I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 

And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 
Alas  !   I  knew  not  what  I  did, 
-  But  now  my  tears  are  vain  : 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid  ? 

For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 
A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

"  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
"  This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 

'•  I'll  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 
Thus  while  his  death  my  sin  displays, 

In  all  its  blackest  hue  ; 


7^,71  Adoption*  j 

(Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace) 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 
8  With  pleasing  grief  and  mournful  joy, 
My  spirit  now  is  filled  ; 
That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy, 
Yet  }iveby  him  I  kill'd. 

Adoption. 

70.     Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  $3. 
True  Liberty  given  by  Christ.     John  viii.  36. 
1   TTAtf.lv  !  for  'tis  God's  own  Son  that  calls 
1  ~|    To  life  and  liberty  ; 
Transported  fail  before  his  feet, 
Who  makes  the  pris'ners  free. 
&  The  ciuel  bonds  of  sin  he  breaks, 
And  breaks  oil  Satan's  chain  ; 
Smiting  he  deals  those  pardons  round., 
Which  free  from  endless  pain. 

3  Into  the  captive  heart  he  pours 

His  spirit  from  on  high  ; 
We  lose  the  terrors  of  the  slave. 
And  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

4  Shake  offy  our  bonds,  and  sing  hisgrace,; 

The  sinner's  friend  proclaim  ; 
And  call  on  all  around  to  seek 
True  fieedom  by  his  name* 

5  Walk  on  at  large  'till  you  attain 

Your  Father's  house  above  ; 
There  shall  you  wear  immortal  crowns,, 
And  sing  immortal  love. 

7  1 .     Long  Metre, 

From. J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  95. 

Christians  the  sons  of  God,     John  i.  12.     i  Jo;hs 

iii.  I. 
1   l^TOT  aU  the  nobles  of  the  earth, 

jL^I    Wh©  boa$t  the  honors,  of  their  birth. 


Adoption* 
Such  real  dignity  can  claim, 
As  those  who  bear  the  Christian  name. 

2  To  them  the  privilege  is  giv'n 

To  be  the  sons  and  heirs  of  heav'n  ; 
Sons  of  the  God  who  reigns  on  high, 
„  And  heirs  of  joys  beyond  the  sky. 

3  [On  them  a  happy  chosen  race, 
Their  Father  pours  his  richest  grace  :  • 
To  them  his  counsels  he  imparts, 
And  stamps  his  image  on  theirhearts. 

4  Their  infant  cries,  their  tender  age, 
His  pity  and  his  love  engage  : 
He  clasps  them  in  his  arms,  and  there 
Secures  them  with  parental  care.] 
His  will  he  makes  them  early  know. 
And  teaches  their  young  feet  to  go  : 
Whispers  instruction  to  their  minds, 
And  on  their  hearts  his  precepts  bind*. 

6  When  thro' temptation  they  rebel, 
His  chastening  rod  he  makes  them  feeH ; 
Then,  with  a  father's  tender  heart, 
He  soothes  the  pain  and  heals  the  smart. 
Their  daily  wants  his  hands  supply, 
Their  steps  he  guards  with  watchful  eye# 
Leads  them  from  earth  to  heaven  above* 
And  crowns  them  with  eternal  love. 
If  Pve  the  honor,  Lord,  to  be     ' 
One  of  this  num'rous  family, 
On  me  the  gracious  gift  bestow, 
To  call  thee  Abba,  Father  !  to©. 

}  So  may  my  conduct  ever  pro*e 
My  filial  piety  and  love  ! 
WThilst  all  my  brethren  clearly  trace 
Their  father's  likeness  in  my  face* 


72,73  Communion  with  God, 

72.  Short  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  1,  Hymn  64. 

XAdoption.      1  John  lii.  1,  &c.     Gal.  vi.  6. 
I    TOEHOLD  what  wond'rous  grace, 
J3    The  Father  has  btstow'd 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  sops  of  God  ! 
#  'TiS  no  surprising  thing, 

That  we  should  be  unknown  ; 
•The  Jewish  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlasting  bon. 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made  ; 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  head. 

4  A  hope  so  much  divine 

May  trials  well  endure, 
May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin. 
As  Christ  the  Lord  is  pure. 

5  If  in  my  Father's  love 

I  share  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  h^art. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie, 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne  ; 
My  faith  shall  Abba  F'ather  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 

Communion  with  God.. 

73,  Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  1,  Hymn,  6? '. 

Seeking  the  pastures  of  Christ  the  Shepherd,  Solo- 
mon's Song,  i.  7. 
I   f  I  1HOU  whom  my  soul  admires  above 
i      All  earthly  joy  and  earthly  love, 
Tell  medear  Shepherd,  let  me  know 
Where  doth  thy  sweetest  pastures  grow  ? 


i 


Communion  with  God.  74 

2  Where  is  the  shadow  of  that  rock, 
That  from  the  sun  defends  thy  flock  i       ■ 
Faia  would  I  feed  among  thy  sheep, 
Among  them  rest,  among  them  sleep. 

3  Why  should  thy  bride  appear  like  one 
That  turns  aside  to  paths  unknown  ? 
My  constant  feet  would  never  rove, 
Would  never  seek  another  love. 

4  [The  footsteps  of  thy  flock  I  see  ; 
Thy  sweetest  pastures  here  they  be  ; 
A  wond'rous  feast  thy  love  prepares, 
Bought  with  thy  wounds  and  groans  and  teaFS; 

5  His  dearest  flesh  he  makes  my  food, 
And  bids  me  drink  his  richest  blood  ; 
Here  to  these  hills  my  soul  will  come, 
'Till  my  beloved  lead  me  home.) 

74.     Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  1,  Hymn  69. 
Christ   appearing  to  his    Church,  and  seeking  her 
company.     Solomon's  Song,  ii»  8,  9,  10,  11, 
12,  13. 

1  rJT% HE  voice  of  my  beloved  sounds 

JL     Over  the  rooks  and  rising  grounds  ; 
O'er  hills  ©f  guilt,  and  seas  of  .grief, 
He  leaps,  he  flies  to  my  relief. 

2  Now  through  the  veil  of  flesh  I  see 
With  eyes  of  love  he  looks  at  me  ? 
Now  in  the  gospel's  clearest  glass 
He  shows  the  beauties  of  his  face, 

3  Gently  he  draws  my  heart  along, 
Both  with  his  beauties  and  his  tongue  ; 
Rise,  saith  my  Lord,  make  haste  away, 
No  mortal  joys  are  worth  thy  stay. 

4  The  Jewish  wint'ry  state  is  gone, 

The  mists  are  fled,  the  spring  comes  on* 
The  sacred  Turtle-dove  we  hear 


7,5*  Qommunion  with  God. 

Proclaim  the  new  the  joyful  year. 
5.  TV  immortal  vine  of  heav'nly  root, 

Blossoms  and  buds  and  gives  her  fruic ; 

Lo,  we  are  come  to  taste  the  wine  ; 

Our  souls  rejoice  and  bless  the  Vine. 
S  And  when  we  hear  our  Jesus  say, 

Rise  up  my  Love,  make  hasre  away  ! 

Our  hearts  would  fain  outfly  the  wi 

And  leave  all  earthly  loves  behind. 

75.     Lsng  Metre. 

From  1.  W.  Book  l,  Hymn  7K 

Christ  found  in  the  street  and  drought  to  the  Church. 

Solomon's  Song,  III .  1,  2,  3,  4,  5. 

1  /""VFTEN  I  seek  my  Lord  by  night, 
\J  Jesus,  my  love,  my  soul's  delight ; 
With  warm  desire  and  restless  thought 

I  seek  him  oft,  but  find  him  not- 

2  Then  I  arise,  and  search  the  street, 
'Till  I  my  Lord,  my  Saviour  meet ; 
I  ask  the  watchmen  of  the  night, 
Where  did  you  see  my  soul's  delight  ? 

3  Sometimes  I  find  him  in  my  way, 
Directed  by  a  heavenly  ray  ; 

I  leap  for  joy  to  see  his  face. 

And  hold  him  fast  in  mine  embrace. 

4  [I  bring  him  to  my  mother's  home, 
Nor  does  my  Lord  refuse  to  come 
To  Sion's  sacred  chambers,  where 
My  soul  first  drew  the  vital  air. 

5  He  gives  me  there  his  bleeding  heart, 
Pierc'd  for  my  sake  with  deadly  smart; 
I  grive  my  soul  to  him,  and  there 

Our  loves  their  mutual  tokens  share.] 
5  I  change  you  all,  ye  earthly  toys, 
Approach  not  t«  disturb  my  joys  ; 


Communion  with  God. 
Nor  sin,  nor  hell,  come  near  my  hearty 
Nor  cause  my   Saviour  to  depart. 
76.     Tune  Rome. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  94. 
The  privileges  of  the  sons  of  God. 
1  TJ  MESSED  are  the  sons  of  God, 
ll  They  are  bought  with  Jesus'  blood, 
They  are  ransom'd  from  the  grave. 
Life  eternal  they  shall  have. 
With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 
Now  and  thro'  eternity. 
3  God  did  love  them  in  his  Son, 
Long  before  the  world  begun  ; 
They  the  seal  of  this  receive, 
When  on  Jesus  they  believe. 
With  them,  &c. 

3  They  are  justify'd  hv  grace, 
They  enjoy  a  solid  peace  ; 
Ail  their -sins  are  wash'd  away, 
They  shall  stand  in  God's  great  day. 
With  them,  &c. 

4  They  produce  the  fruits  of  grace, 
In  the  works  of  righteousness  ! 
Born  of  God  they  hate  all  sin, 
God's  pure  seed  remains  within. 
With  them,  &c. 

3  They  have  fellowship  with  God, 
Thro'  the  Mediator's  blood  ; 
One  with  God,  thro'  Jesus  one, 
Glory  is  in  them  begun. 
With  them,  &c. 

5  Tbo*  they  suffer  much  on  earth. 
Strangers  to  the  wordling's  mirth, 
Yet  they  have  an  inward  joy, 
Pleasure  which  can  never  cloy. 
With  them,  &c. 

o  2 


B 


77$  7$  Sanctijicfition. 

7  They  alone  are  truly  blest, 

Heirs  of  God,  joint  heirs  with  Christ ; 

They  with  love  and  peace  are  fiil'd, 

They  are  by  his  Spirit  seal'd. 

With  them  number'd  may  we  be. 

Now  and  thro*  eternity  ! 

Sanctification, 

77.     Short  Metre, 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hycin  102. 
The   Leper    healed;    or,    Sanctification     implored^ 
Matt.  viii.  2,  3. 
EHOLL)  the  lep'rous  Jew, 
Oppress'd  with  pain  and  grief, 
Pouring  his  tears  at  Jesus'  feet, 
For  pity  and  relief. 
'  O  speak  the  word,*  he  cries, 
*  And  heal  me  of  my  pain  ; 
*  Lord  thou  art  able  if  thou  wilt, 
'  To  make  a  leper  clean.' 
Compassion  moves  his  heart, 
He  speaks  the  gracious  word  ; 
The  leper  feels  his  strength  return, 
And  all  his  sickness  cur'd. 
To  thee,  dear  Lord,  I  look, 
Sick  of  a  worse  disease  ; 
Sin  is  my  painful  malady, 
And  none  can  give  me  ease. 
But  thy  almighty  grace 
Can  heal  my  lep'rous  soul  : 
O  bathe  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 
AnJ  that  will  make  me  whole. 

78. 

From  Hymn  118,  New  Collection. 

Blessed  are  the  pure  in  heart,  &c.  Matt.  v.  8. 

JESUS,  before  thee  I  appear, 
My  earnest  sur^pli^tion  here  ; 


Sa  net  ijication*  79 

Fountain  of  every  grace  thou  art, 

0  give  me  punty  of  heart. 

2  The  pure  in  heart  thy  lips  have  bless'd, 
They  shall  see  God  and  in  him  rest ; 
This  blessing,  Lord,  to  me  impart, 

A  real  purity  of  heart. 

3  f  hate,  dear  Lord,  my  inbred  sin, 
It  dwells,  and  oh,  it  works  within  ; 

1  feei  its  deep  envenomM  dart, 
Yet  long  for  purity  of  heart. 

4  Let  all  my  conduct  be  sincere  ; 
Thy  grace  in  heart  and  life  appear  ; 
Then  heart  and  life  shall  ever  be 
An  unison  of  praise  to  thee. 

3  Bring  me,  at  last,  by  sovereign  love, 
Safe  to  the  blessed  world  above, 
There  fo  possess  the  glorious  part, 
A  perfect  purity  of  heart. 

79*     Common  Metre. 
Fom  I.  VV.  Book  1,  Hymn  9. 
Whe  promises  of  the  covenant  of  grace.      Jsa.  lv.  1/ 
2.    Zach.  xhi.  i.  Mic.  vii,  1 9.    Efcek-.  xxxvh 
1     25,  &c. 

1   TTN  vain  we  lavish  out  our  lives, 
M     To  gather  empty  wind  ; 
The  choisest  blessings  earth  can  yield 
Will  starve  a  hungry  mind. 
I  Come,  and  the  Lord  shall  feed  our  souls, 

With  more  substantial  meat, 
!    With  such  as  saints  in  glory  love, 

With  such  as  angels  eat. 
I  Our  God  will  ev'ry  want  supply, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace  ; 
He  gives  by  cov'nant  and  by  oath 
The  riches  of  his  grace, 
'»  Come  and  he'll  cleanse  our  spotted  souls, 


8.0  Perseverance. 

And  wash  away  our  stains 
In  the  dear  fountain  that  his  Son, 
Pour'  1  from  his  dying  vei  t. 

5  [Our  guilt  shall  vanish  all  away 

Tho'  black  as  hell  before  ; 
Oui  ;-n«=  shall  sink  beneath  the  sea, 
And  shall  be  found  no  more. 

6  And  least  pollution  should  o'erspread 

Our  inward  powers  again, 
His  spirit  shall  bedew  our  souls 
Like  purifying  rain.] 

7  Our  heiit,  that  fl'nty  stubborn  thing, 

That  tenors  cannot  move, 
That  fears  no  threat'nings  of  his  wrath, 
'   Shall  be  dissolved  by  love. 

8  Or  he  can  tike  the  flint  away 

That  would  not  be  refin'd, 
And  from  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 

Bestow  a  softer  mind. 
.  9  There  shall  his  sacred  spirit  dwell. 

And  deep  engrave  his  law, 
And  ev'ry  motion  of  our  souis 

To  swift  obedience  draw. 
10  Thus  w;U  he  pour  salvation  down, 

And  we  shall  render  praise  ; 
We  the  dear  people  of  his  love, 

Ajd  he  our  Goo  of  jjrace. 

Perseverance. 

80.     Commou  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  103. 
The  s  t  u  r  H v  of  Ch  risCs  shetp .     J  oh  n  x .  2  7~&9  • 
1    T%/i"V  soul  with  joy  attend, 

XfJL    While  Jesus  silence  breaks  ; 
No  angel's  harp  such  music  yields, 
i  As  What  my  shepherd  speaks. 


perseverance.  81 

2  c  I  know  my  sheep,'  he  cries, 

i  My  soul  approves  tnetn  well  : 

*  Vain  is  the  treacherous  world's  disguise, 

f  And  vain  the  rags  of  heil. 

5  'I  freely  feed  them  now 

*  With  tokens  of  my  love,        *if 

*  But  richer  pastures  I  prepare, 

*  And  sweeter  streams  above, 
4       '  Unnumber'd  years  of  bliss 

*  I  to  my  sheep  will  give  ; 

*  And  while  my  throne  unshaken  standsj 

Shall  all  my  chosen  live. 
Z       '  This  tried  almighty  hand 
'  Is  rais'd  for  their  defence  \ 
♦Where  is  the  pow'r  shall  reach  them  thejre  ! 

*  Or  what  shall  force  them  thence  ?'. 

6  Enough  my  gracious  Lord* 
Let  faith  triumphant  cry  ; 

My  heart  can  on  this  promise  live, 
Can  on  this  promise  die. 

81. 

From  I.  W.  Psalm  138. 

Restoring  and  preserving  grace. 

1   "Tl^TJTHall  my  pow*  is  ot  heart  and  tongue, 

V?      I'll  praise  my  m«ker  in  my  song  ; 

Angels  shall  hear  the  notes  I  raise, 

Approve  the  song  and  join  the  praise. 

3  [Angels  that,  make  thy  church  their  care 
Shall  witness  my  devotions  there, 
While  holy  zeal  directsvmy  eyes 

To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  skies,] 

3  1*11  sing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord, 
I'll  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  word  • 
Not  all  the  works  and  names  below 
So  much  thy  pow'r  and  glory  show. 

4  To  Goo  I  cry*d  when  troubles  rose ; 
He  heard  me,  and  subda'd  uy  foes  : 


2  83  Perseverance. 

He  M6  my  rising  fears  controul, 
Apd  strength  diffused  through  all  my  soul; 
The  God  of  heav'n  maintains  his  state, 
Frbwns  on  the  proud,  and  scorns  the  grea*; 
But  Froitthifc  throne  descends  to  bless 
The  humble  souls  that  trust  his  grace. 
i  Amidst  a  tnousand  snares  I  stand 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  soul  revive, 
And, keep  my  dying  iaith  alive. 
'   Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  save  from  sorrows  or  from  sins  ; 
The  work  that  wisdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forsakes. 

$2.     Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R'«.  Selection,  Hymn  105. 
Perseverance.  Psalm,  cxix.  117. 
I  T    ORD,ha*t  thou  made  me  know  thy  ways* 
[_J  Conduct  me  in  thy  fear, 
"  And  grant  me  such  supplies  of  grace, 
That  I  may  persevere 
%  Let  but  thine  own  almighty  arm 
Sustain  a  feeble  worm, 
I  sta;.ll  escape  secure  from  harm, 
Amid  the  dreadful  storm. 

3  Be  thou  my  ill-sufficient  friend, 

'Till  all  mv  toils  shall  cea^e  ; 
Guard  me  thro'  life  and  let  my  end 
Be  everlasting  peace. 
83. 
From  Hymn.  114,  New  Collection. 
Perseverance. 
1  fTpHE  sinner  that  by  precious  faith, 
Has  felt  his  sins  foigiven, 
Is,  from  that  moment  pa?s'd  from  death, 
And  seal'd  an  h<yr  of  heav'n 


Salvation.  84 

Tho'  thousand  snares  enclose  his  feet, 

Not  one  shall  hold  him  fast, 
Whatever  dangers  he  may  meet, 

He  shall  get  safe  at  last. 
Not  as  the  world  the  Saviour  gives, 

He  is  no  fickle  friend  ; 
Whom  once  he  loves  he  never  leaves  ; 

But  loves  him  to  the  end. 
That  spirit  that  would  this  truth  withstand, 

Would  pull  God's  temple  down, 
Wrest  Jesus*  sceptre  from  his  hand, 

And  spoil  him  ©f  his  crown, 
Satan  might  then  full  vict'ry  boast  ; 

The  church  might  wholly  fall  ; 
If  one  believer  may  be  lost, 

It  follows,  so  may  all. 
But  Christ  in  ev*ry  age  has  prov'd 

His  purchase  firm  and  true  : 
If  this  foundation  be  remov«d, 

What  shall  the  righteous  do  ? 
Brethren,  by  this  your  claim  abide. 

This  title  to  your  bliss ; 
Whatever  loss  you  bear  beside, 

O  !  ftever  give  up  this. 


Salvation. 

84.     Short  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  111* 

Salvation  by  Grace,  from  first  to  last,   Eph.  ii. 
!   £~^\  RACE!  'tis  a  charming  sound  ! 
\JT  Harmonious  to  the  ear  ? 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound,. 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 
2       Grace  first  contriv'd  a  way 
To  save  rebellious  man  3 


H„5.  Salvation. 

And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  [Grace  first  inscribed  my  name 
In  God's  eternal  book  : 

'Twas  grace  that  gave  me  to  the  Lamb, 
Who  all  my  sorrows  took.] 

4  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 
To  tread  the  heavenly  road  ; 

And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  mtet, 
W7hile  pressing  on  to  Go ■-'. 

5  [Grace  taught  my  soul  to  pray, 
And  made  my  eyes  o*erflow  : 

'Twas  grace  which  kept  me  to  this  day, 
And  will  not  let  me  go.] 

6  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 
'1  hrb*  everlasting  days  ; 

It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

85.     Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymnal  13. 
O  Lordf  soy  unto  my  sovl,  1  am  thy  salvation. 
Psalm  xxxv.  3. 
1    QALVATION1   O  melodious  sound 
J3   To  wretched  dying  men  ! 
Salvation,  that  from  God  proceeds, 
And  leads  to  God  again. 
3  Hescu'd  from  hell's  eierr.al  gloom, 
JFrom  fiends,  and  fires  and  chains  ; 
Rais'd  to  a  paradise  of  bliss, 
Where  love  triumphant  reigns  J 

3  But  may  a  poor  bewilderM  soul, 

Sinful  and  weak  as  mine, 
Presume  to  raise  a  trembling  eye 
To  blessings  so  divine  ? 

4  The  lustre  of  so  bright  a  bliss 

My  feeble  Mart  o'erbears ; 


Scripture  inx itatiom  and  proinhes.     8 6,  8*/ 
And  unbelief  almost  perverts 
The  promise  into  tears. 
_5  My  Saviour  God,  no  voice  but  thine 
These  dying  hopes  can  raise  : 
Speak  thy  salvation  to  my  s  u!, 
And  turn  my  pray'r  to  praise. 
86.     Common  Metre. 
From  1.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  88 . 
Salxatiw. 
I   QALVATION  !  Oh  the  joyful  sound  ! 
J^  "'Tis  pleasure  tooux  ears  ; 
A  sovereign  balm  for  ev'ry  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 
Q  Bury'd  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 
At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ^ 
But  we  arise  by  grace  divine-. 
To  see  a  heav'nly  day. 
3   Salvation!  let  the  echo  fly 
The  spacious  earth  around, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 


Scripture  invitations  and  promises, 

87. 

From  I.  W.  Psalm  1 1 9,  Part  10. 

Pleading  the  promises.    •       Verse  38,  49* 

1  TJKHOLD  thy  waiting  servant,  Lord; 
_M3    Devoted  to  thy  fear  ; 
Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 

For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

Verse  41,  58,  107. 

2  Hast  thou  not  sent  salvation  down. 

And  promised  quick' nina:  grace  ? 
Doth  not  my  heart  address  tfiy  throne  f 

H 


8.8  Scripture  invitations  and  Jiromtseg^ 

And  yet  thy  love  delays. 

Verse  123,  42. 

3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  salvation  fall  ; 

O  bear  thy  servant  up  ; 
Nor  let  the  scoffing  lips  prevail, 
Who  dare  reproach  my  hope. 
Ver.  49,  74. 

4  Didst  thou  not  raise  my  faith,  O  Lord? 

Then  let  thy  truth  appear  ; 
Saints  shall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  trust  as  well  as  fear. 

88.     Tune  Invitation, 

From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  1 15. 

Come  and  welcome  to   Jesus  Christ.     Isa.lv.  1 

)    /^lOME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched, 

\_j   Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore  i 

"Jesus,  ready  stands  to  save  you, 

Full  of  pity,  join'd  with  pow'r  5 
He  is  able, 
He  is  willing  :  doubt  no  more  ! 

2  Came,  ye  thirsty?  corns  and  welcome  ; 

God's  free  bounty  glorify  : 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 

Every  grace  that  brings  us  nigh  : 
Without  money. 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ,  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
Ail  the  fitness  he  requireth, 

Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  : 
This  he  gives  you  ; 
'Tis  his  spirit's  rising  beam. 
i  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 

Lost  and  ruin'd  by  the  fall  t 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 


Scripture  invitations  and  promtk-es*        JS$ 
You  will  never  come  at  all : 
Not  the  righteous, 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

5  View  him  prostrate  in  the  garden  » 

On  the  ground  your  Maker  lies ; 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  j 
Here  him  cry  before  he  dies3 

6  "  ft  is  finish'd  ;" 

Sinner  will  not  this  suffice  ? 
Lo,  th'  incarnate  God  ascender*, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ? 
Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly* 

Let  no  other  trust  intrude  ; 
None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 
i  Saints  and  angels  join'd  in  concert, 

Sing  the  praises  of  the  Lamb  : 
While  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 

Sweetly  echo  with  his  name. 
Hallelujah  ! 
Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same. 

89.     Tune  136th  Psalm. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  118, 
Yet  there  is  room.     Luke  xiv.  22. 
\       "^E7"E  dying  sons  of  men, 

p       Immerg'd  in  sin  and  woe^ 
The  gospel's  voice  attend, 
While  Jesus  sends  to  you  : 
Ye  perishing  and  guilty  come, 
In  Jesus'  arms  there  yet  is  room. 
Q       No  longer  now  delay, 
Nor  vain  excuses  frame  : 
He  bids  you  come  to-day, 
Tho'  poor,  and  blind,  and  larne  i 
"All  things  are  ready,  sinners  come. 


Op  Scripture  invitations,  and prqinise?. 

For  every  trembling  soul  there's  room- 

3  Believe  the  heavenly  word 
His  messenger's  proclaim  ; 
He  is  a  gracious  Lord, 
And  faithful  is  his  name  : 

Backsliding  souls  return  and  confe, 
Cast  off  despair,  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Compell'd  by  bleec'ing  love, 
Ye  wand'ring  sheep  draw  near, 
Christ  calls  you  from  above, 
His  charming  accents  hear  1 

Let  whosoever  will  now  come  : 
In  mercy's  breast  th~re  still  is  room-; 
90.     Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  120 
The  Saviour's  invitation.  John  vii,  3T, 

1  v  I  ^HE  Saviour  calls — let  every  ear 

X     Attend  the  heavenly  sound  ; 
Ye  doubting  souls  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart. 

Here  stream*  of  bounty  Sow, 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart' 
To  banish  mortal  woe. 

3  Here  springs  of  sacred  pleasure  rise 

To  ease  your  every  pain, 
(Immortal  fountain  !  full  supplies  !/  . 
Nor  shall  you  thirst  in  vain. 

4  Ye  sinners,  come,  'tis  mercy's  voicev 

The  gracious  call  obey  ; 
Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys, 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 

5  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts^ 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly  ; 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts; 
And  (kink  and  never  die- 


ScriMiire  invitation*  a^.d  firomises       9 1 
- 

i hom  New  Collection. 
Come  and  weicome  to  Jesus  Christ, 
;>   ^"^OME  ye  sinners  poor  and  wretched, 
\^J   Weak  and  wounded,  bick  and  sore, 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 

Full  of  pity,  joined  with  pow'r  : 
He  is  able,  he  is  able,  he  is  able, 
He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more. 

2  Ho  !  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 
God's  free  bounty  glorify, 

True  belief  and  true  repentance, 

Ev'ry  grace  that  brings  us  nigh  ;  [neJj 

Without  money,  without  money,  without  nio- 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dieam  ; 

All  the  fitness  he  requires, 

Is  to  feei  your  need  of  him  :  [gives  you, 
This  he  gives  you,  this  he  gives  you,  this  he 
'Tis  the  spirit's  rising  beam. 

4  Come  ye  weary  heavy  laden, 
Bruis'd  and  mangled  by  the  fall ; 

Tf  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 

You  will  never  come  at  all ;  [righteous, 

Not  the  righteous,  not  the  righteous,  not  the 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

5  View  him  grov'ling  in  the  garden, 
Lo,  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  !  ' 

On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him, 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 
It  is  finish'd,  it  is  finish'd,  it  is  finish'd; 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

6  Lo,  the  incarnate  God  ascended. 
Pleads  the  merits  of  his  blood ; 

Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly*  x 

eg 


j^2  Scrifiture  imitations  and  promises. 

Let  no  other  trust  intrude  ; 
None  but  Jesus,  none  but  Jesus,  none  but  Jesxfs, 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 
?  §    nts  and  ar>?tls  join'd  in  concert, 

•; in%  the  praises  of  the  Lamb, 
Wh '.ic  the  blissful  seats  of  heaven 

Sweetly  echo  with  his  name, 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  hallelujah, 
Sinners  here  may  sing  the  same. 

9 2 .     Tune  Jubilee's  trumfi .. 

From  J.  R  s.  Selection,  Hymn  121. 

Whosoever  ivtll,  let  hhn  come.     Rev.  xxii.     T 

1  ~\T1L  scarlet-colour'd  sinners  come  ; 

X     Jesus  the  Lord  invites  you  home  ; 
O  whither  can  you  go  ? 
What !  are  your  crimes  of  crimson  hue  ? 
His  promise  \a>  forever  true. 
He'll  wash  you  white  as  snow. 

2  Backsliding  souls,  fill'd  with  your  ways. 
Whose  weeping  nights,  and  wretched  day  2,- 

In  bitterness  are  spent  I 
Return  to  Jesus,  he'll  reveal 
His  lovely  face,  and  sweetly  heal 

What  you  so  much  lament. 

3  Tried  souls  I  look  up.. ..he  says,  'tis  I  ; 
He  loves  you  still,  but  means  to  try 

If  faitji  will  bear  the  test  ; 
The  Lord  has  giv'n  the  chiefest  goodf 
He  shed  for  you  his  precious  blood  ; 

O  trust  him  for  the  rest  ! 

4  Ye  tender  souls,  draw  hither  too, 
Ye  grateful  highly  favour'd  few, 

Who  feel  the  dtbt  you  owe  ; 
Press  on,  the  Lord  hath  more  to  givej 
By  faith  upon  him  daily  live, 
And  you  shalj  find  it  so. 


Promisee,  93,  94 

93.     Long  Metre. 

From  I.  W.  Book  !,  Hymn  127. 

Christ's  invitation  to  sinners  :  or,   Humility  an# 

Pride.     Matt.  xi.  28 — 30. 

1  <■  /"lOME  hither  all  ye  weary  souls* 

V^/   Ye  heavy  laden  sinners  come, 
I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  They  shall  find  rest  that  learn  of  me, 
I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  j 

But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

2  Blest  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 
My  yoke  and  bear  it  with  delight ; 
My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 
My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light." 

4  Jesus  we  come  at  thy  command, 
With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeai. 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 
To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 


Promises. 

94.  Tune  Gothsemane. 
From  New  Collection,  Hymn  7, 
Christians  comforted. 
\  "VMTANDERING    pilgrims,    mourning 
H  christians, 

Weak  and  tempted  lambs  of  Christ, 
Who  endure  great  tribu'adons, 
And  with  sins  are  much  d  stressed; 
Christ  hath  sent  me  to  invite  you, 
To  a  rich  and  costly  feast, 
Let  not  shame  nor  pride  prevent  you, 
Come,  the  sweet  provision  taste. 
2  If  you  want  an  heart  of  sorrow, 


34  Promises. 

To  bemoan  your  wretched  case, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  ask  him. 
He  will  give  you  gospel  grace  ; 
Jf  you  want  an  heart  to  fear  him, 
Love  and  serve  him  all  your  days, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  ask  him, 
He  will  guide  your  feet  always. 

3  If  like  blind  Bartemius  weepings 
You  bewail  the  want  of  sight, 
Cry  to  Jesus  son  of  David, 

He  will  give  you  gospel  light ; 
If  like  Mary  you've  been  keeping., 
£even  devils  in  your  embrace, 
Fall  like  her  to  Jesus  weeping, 
He  will  bid  you  go  in  peace. 

4  If  your  heart  is  unbelieving, 
Doubting  Jehus'  pardoning  love, 
Lie  hard  by  Bethesda  waiting, 
Till  the  troubled  waters  move  j 
Jf  no  man  appear  to  help  you, 
All  their  efforts  prove  but  talk  ; 
Jesus,  Jesus  he  will  cleanse  you, 
Rise,  take  up  your  bed  and  walk. 

3  If  hke  Peter  you  are  sinking, 
In  the  sea  of  unbelief, 
Wait  with  patience,  constant  praying) 
Christ  will  send  you  sweet  relief ; 
He  will  give  you  grace  and  glory, 
All  your  wants  shall  be  supply 'd, 
Canaan,  Canaan,  lies  before  you, 
Rise  and  cross  the  swelling  tide. 

fl  Death  shall  not  destroy  your  comfort, 
Christ  will  guide  you  thro'  the  gloom, 
Down  he'll  send  an  heavenly  convoy 
To  convey  you  to  his  home  ; 
There  you'll  spend  your  da* sin  pleasure, 


■Free  from  every  want  and  care,  *   . 

Come,  O  come  my  blessed  Saviour, 
Fain  my  spirit  would  be  there. 

£}5.      Tune  Christmas.         t 
From  New  Collection,   Hymn  12. 
Invitation  to  sinn-er.i. 

COME  sinners  attend  and  make  no  delay* 
Good  news  from  a  friend  I  bring  you 

to-day  : 
Glad  news  of  salvation  come  now  and  receive, 
There's  no  condemnation  to  you  that  believe. 
'  I  am,  that  i  am,'  hath  sent  me  to  you. 
Glad  news  to  proclaim,  your  fears  to  subdue  j 
To  you,  G  distressed.  afHicted,  forlorn  ! 
Whose   sins  are  increased  and   cannot  be. 

borne. 
But  still  if  you  cry,  G  !  what  is  his  name  ? 
This  is  his  reply,  *  I  am,  that  lam,' 
His  name,  though  mysterious,  will  fully  sup* 

ply 
Their  wants  howe'er  various,  who  unto  him 

fly. 
Exhaustless  and  full  forever  his  store, 
Then  look  no  more  dull,  though  ever  sopoor ; 
Though  blind,  lame,  and  feeble,  and  helpless 

you  lie, 
He's  willing  and  able  yotir  wants  to  supply.. 
Then  only  believe  and  trust  in  his  name, 
He  will  not  deceive  nor  put  you  to  shame  ; 
But  fully  supply  you  with  all  things  in  store. 
Nor  will  he  deny  you  because  you  are  poor. 
Dear  Jesus  here    comes,  an4  knocks  at  th/  . 

dour. 
A  beggar  for  crums,  distressed  and  poor ; 
Blind,  lame  and  forsaken*  all  rq)Yd  in  hi*- 

brood, 


9*'  Promises.. 

At  last  overtaken  when  running  from  God. 
f  To    ask   children's  bread    I  dare  not  pre- 
sume, 

But  Lord  to  be  fed  with  fragments  I  ceme  ; 

Some  crums  from  thy  table,  O  let  me  obtain, 

For  lo  !  thou  art  able  my  wants  to  sustain. 

8  I  own  I  deserve  no  favour  to  see, 

So  long  I  did  swei  ve  and  wander  from  thee  ; 
Till  brought   by    the    Spirit  my  foliies   to 

^nourn, 
Now,  stript  of  all  merit,  to  thee  I  do  come. 

9  Great  God,  my  desert  is  nothing  but  death. 
And  hence  to  depart  forever  in  wrath  ; 

Yet  Lord  to  the  city  of  refu  ge  1  flee, 
O  let  thine  eye  pity  a  sinner  like  me  ! 
fO  For   since  thou  hast  said  thou  wilt  cast  out 
none, 
Who  flee  to  thine  aid  as  sinners  undone  : 
Now  Lord  I  am  come  as  condemned  to  die, 
And  on  this  sweet  promise  I  humbly  rely. 
ri  I  cannot  depart,  dtar  Jesus,  nor  yield, 
Till  feels  my  poor  heart  this  promise  fulfuTd* 
That  I  may  forever  a  monument  be, 
To  praise  the  free  Saviour  of  sinners  like  me, 
96.     Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  125. 
As  thy  day,   so   shall    thy  ^strcngih-  be.     Deut. 
xxxiii.  25. 

1  A    FFLICTED  saint,  to  Christ  draw  near,  '- 
f\    Thy  Saviour's  gracious  promise  hear  ;• 

His  faith  fu'  word  declares  to  thee, 
That  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  sha  I  he. 

2  Let  not  thy  heart  despond  and  say, 

'  How  sh  til  1  -tand  the  trying  day  V 

He  has  e-.gag'd  by  firm  decree, 

That  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  sha'.i  be. 


Promises,  97 

3  Thy  faith  is  weak  thy  foes  are    strong; 
And  if  the  conflict  should  be  long, 
Thy  Lord  will  make  the  tempter  flee^ 
For  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 
%  Should  persecution  rage  and  flarne, 
Still  trust  in  thy  Redeemer's  name  ; 
In  fiery  trials  thou  shalt  see, 
That  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 

5  When  call'd  to  bear  the  weighty  cross 
Or  sore  afflictions,  pain,  or  loss, 

Or  deep  distress  or  poverty, 

Still  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be: 

6  When  ghastly  death  appears  in  view, 
Christ's  presence  shall  thy  fears  subdue.* 
He  comes  to  set  thy  spirit  free, 

And  as  thy  days,  thy  strength  shall  be. 
97. 
From  J.R's.  Selection,  Hymn  128. 
Exceeding  great  and  precious  promises.. 
2  Pet   !*  4. 

HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the 
Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath 

said  ? 
You,  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled. 
In  every  condition,  in  sickness  in  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth  ; 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land  on  the  sea,, 
"  As    thy    days   may    demand,    shall  thy 

strength  ever  be. 
Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not  dismay  *d? 
I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid  ; 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee 

to  stand, 


id. 

he,e 


,9.8  The  incarnation  if Christ. 

Upheld  by  my  righteous  omnipotent  hanc 

4  When  thro'  the  deep  waters  I   call    the.e 

to  go, 

The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow  ; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless^ 
And  sanctify  to  thee,  thy  deepest  distress. 

5  When   thro*   fiery  trials  thy   pathway  shall 

lie, 
My  grace  all-sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply  ; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee,  1  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  Even  down  to  old  age^  all  my  people   shall 

prove 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love  ; 
And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples 

adorn', 
Like  lambs  they  sha  1  still  in  my  bosom  be 

borne. 

7  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  lean'd  for  repose, 
I  .will  not)  I  xuill  nat  desert  to  his  foes  ; 
That  soul,  tho'  all  hell  should  endeavour  to 

shake 
Fllnei>er,  no  never,  no  never  forsake."* 

The  incarnation  of  Christ. 

S3'.     Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  129. 
The  incarnation  of  Christ.  Luke  ii.  1  4. 
f.    "%/rORTALS,  awake,  with  angels  join, 
1  T  1    And  chaunt  the  solemn  lay  ; 
Joy,  ove  and  gratitude  combine 
To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 
3*  In  heaven  the  rapturous  song  began, 
And  sweet  seraphic  fire 

*  Agreeable  to  Dr.  Doddriee's  translation,  of  Heb. 
xiir.  5. 


The  incarnation  of  C/irisL  9^ 

Thro   afl  ..h?  shining  legions  :an_, 
And  strung  and  ttin'd  the  Jy;e. 

3  Swift  thro*  the  vast  expanse  ii  flew, 

And  iou ■'-  the  echo  roll'd  : 
The  thetjhfc,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new, 
'Twas  more  than  heav'n  could  hold, 

4  Down  thro*  the  portals  of  the  sky 

TV  impetuous  torrent  ran  ; 
And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  [Wrapt  in  tne  silence  of  the  night 

Lay  all  the  eastern  world, 
When  bursting  glonous  heavenly  light 
The  wondrous  scene  unfurl'd.] 

6  Hark  !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 

And  glory  leads  the  song  : 
Good-will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
Th'  harmonious  heavenly  throng. 

7  [O  for  a  glance  of  heavenlv  love 

Our  hearts  and  songs  to  raise  ; 
Sweetly  to  bear  our  souls  above, 
And  mingle  with  their  lays  !] 

8  With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat, 

"  glory  to  God  on  high  ; 
"  Good  will  and  peace  are  now  complete, 
"  Jesus  was  born  to  die." 

9  Hail  !   Prince  of  Life,  forever  hail  ! 

Redeemer,  brother,  friend  ! 
Tho'  earth,  and  time,  and  life  should  faif. 
Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 

99.     Common  Metre. 

From  J.  R*s.  Selection,  Hymn  151. 

The  incarnation.     John  i.  14. 

1      A   WAKE,  awake,  the  sacred  song* 

"XjL.  To  our  incarnate  Lord  ; 

z 


!i.- 


-  100  The  incarnation  of  Christ* 

'Let  every  heart  and  every  tongue 
Adore  fb'  eternal  Word. 

2  That  awful  word,  that  sovereign  power. 

By  whom  the  worlds  were  made  ; 
(O  happy  morn  !  illustrious  hour  !) 
Was  once  in  flesh  array'd  ! 

3  Then  shone  almighty  power  and  love, 

In  all  their  glorious  forms  ; 
When  Jesus  left  his  throne  above 
To  dwell  tvith  sinful  worms. 

4  To  dwell  with  misery  below, 

The  Saviour  left  the  skies  ; 
And  sunk  to  wretchedness  and  woe-, 
That  worthless  man  might  rise. 
9  Adoring  angels  tun'd  their  songs. 
To  hail  the  joy  Jul  day  ; 
With  rapture  men  let  mortal  tongues, 
Their  grateful   worship  pay. 
6  What  glory,  Lord,  to  thee  is  due  ! 
With  wonder  we  adore  ; 
But  could  we  sing  as  angels  do. 
Our  highest  praise  were  poor. 

100.     Common  Metre. 

From  I.  W.  Psal.98,  Part  2. 

The  Mesiah's  coining  and  kingdom, 

1  TOY  to  the  world  the  Lord  is  come., 
%3     Let  earth  receive  her  King  ; 

Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heav'n  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns, 

Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hillsand  plains- 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  : 
He  come*  to  make  rns  blessings  flow. 


The  life  and  Ministry  of  Christ,      101,  1  €2 

Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 
He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 

And  wonders  of  his  love. 


The  life  and  ministry  of  Christ. 

101.  Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  133. 

The  condescending  grace  of  Chrisr.  Matt.  XX,  2&« 
1    OAVIOURof  men^and  Lord  of  love. 
Jk_7    How  sweet  thy  gracious  name  ! 
With  joy  that  errand  we  review, 
On  which  thy  mercy  came. 
£  While  all  thine  own  angelic  bands 
Stood  waiting  on  the  wing, 
CharmM  with  the  honor  to  obey 
Their  great  eternal  King. 

3  For  us,  mean,  wretched  sinful  men, 

Thou  laid'st  that  glory  by  ;  ... 

First  in  our  mortal  flesh  to  serve, 
Then  in  that  flesh  to  die 

4  Bought  with  thy  service  and  thy  blood,* 

We  doubly,  Lord,  are  thine  ; 
To  thee  our  lives  we  would  devote* 
To  thee  our  death  resign. 

102.  Common  Metre 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  134. 

The  Rtdeemer's  message.   Luke  iv.  18.,  19. 

1  TIT  ARK,  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comeSj 
JlI  The  Saviour  promised  long  ! 

Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  On  him  the  spirit  largely  pour'dj 


*03  SufTer'irtgs  and  death  of  Christ. 

Exerts  his  sacred  fi'e  ;. 
Wisdom  and  might  and  zeal  and  love 
His  holy  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes  tb-  prisoners  to  release, 

Jn  Satan's  hondase  held, 
I  at    ;:.:sof  brass  before  him  burst, 
Trie  iron  fetters  yield. 

4  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray  ; 
And  on  the  eyes  oppress' d  with  night. 

To  pour  celestial  day. 
$   He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind. 

The  bleeding  scu)  to  cure  ; 
And  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 

T*  enrich  the  humble  poor. 
.6  Our  glad  Hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 

With  thy  beloved  name. 

Sufferings  and  death  of  Christ. 

103.  Common  Metre. 
From  L  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  9$. 
Look  on  him  vihom  they  pitrced,  and  mourn* 
\    "["NFINITK  grief!   amazing  woe  I 
JL   Behold  my  bleeding  Lord  : 
Hell  and  the  Jews  conspir'd  his  death, j 
And  us'd  the  Roman  sword. 

2  Oh,  the  sharp  pangs  of  smarting  pain, 

JVly  dear  Redeemer  bore  ; 
When  knotty  whips  and  ragged  thorns 
His  sacred  body  tore. 

3  But  knotty  whips  and  ragged  thorns 

In  vain  do  I  accuse  ; 


Sufferings  and  death  of  Christ.  1.Q4 

In  vain  I  blame  the  Roman  bands, 
And  the  more  spiteful  Jews. 
4-  'Tvvere  you,  my  sins,  my  cruel  sins, 
His  chief  tormentors  were  ; 
Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail, 
And  unbelief  the  spear. 
b  'Twere  you  that  pull'd  the  vengeance  down 
Upon  his  guiltless  head  : 
Break,  break  my  heart,  oh  burst,  mine  eyes, 
And  let  my  sorrows  bleed. 
6  Strike,  mighty  grace,  my  flinty  soul, 
Till  melting  waters  flow, 
And  deep  repentance  drown  mine  eyas 
In  unassembled  woe. 

104.  Tune  Chatham. 

From  Hymn  47,  New  Collection. 

Christ's  Passion . 

t  rjlHROUGHOUT   our  Saviour's  life  we 

_1        trace, 

Nothing  but  shame  and  deep  disgrace. 

No  period  else,  was  seen, 
'Til  he  a  spotless  victim  fell, 
Tasting  in  soul  a  painful  hell, 
CausM  by  the  creature's  sin. 
2       On  the  cold  ground  rrte  thinks  I  see, 
My  Jesus  kneel  and  pray  for  me, 

For  this  J  him  adore  ; 
Seiz'd  with  a  chilly  sweat  throughout, 
Blood  droos  did  force  their  passage  out, 
ih.ro  every  opening  pore. 
S        A  crown  of  thorns  his  temples  bore,. 
Kis  back  with  lashes  all  was  tore, 

Til  one  the  bones  might  see  ; 
Mocking  they  push'd  him  here  and  tnere, 
Marking  his.  way  in  blood  and  tears j 
PrssgVI  by  sin's  heavy  lov.d. 


10.5  Sufferings  and  death  of  Christ . 

4  Thus  up  the  hill  foe  painful  came, 
Round  him  they  mock'd  and  made  their  game, 

At  length  his  cross  they  rear, 
And  can  you  see  the  mighty  God, 
Cry  out  beneath  sin's  heavy  load, 

Without  one  thankful  tear. 

5  Thus  veiled  in  humanity, 

He  dies  in  anguish  on  the  tree, 

What  tongue  his  grief  can  tell  ? 
The  shud'ring  rocks  their  heads  recline, 
The  mourning  sun  refus'd  to  shine, 
When  the  Redeemer  fell. 

0  Shout,  brethren,  shout,  with  songs  divine, 
He  drinks  the  gall  to  give  us  wine, 

To  quench  our  parching  thirst  ; 
Seraphs  advance  your  voices  higher, 
Bride  of  the  Lamb  unite  the  choirs 

And  love  your  precious  Christ. 

105.     Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  137. 
A  dying  Saviour.* 

1  QTRETCHED  on   the  cross  the   SavxotiY 
O     dies, 

Hark  !  his  expiring  groans  arise  ! 
See  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 
Runs  down  the  sacred  crimson  tide  J 

2  But  life  attends  the  dcaihfui  sound, 
And  flows  from  every  bleeding  wound  ; 
The  vital  stream,  how  free  it  flows, 
To  save  and  cleanse  his  rebel  foes  i 

4    J  o  suffer  in  the  traitor's  place, 
To  die  for  man,  surprising  grcce  1 
Yet  pass  rebellious  angels  by— 
O  why  for  man,  deaj  Saviour,  why  ? 

3  And  didst  thou  bleed,  for  sinners  bleed  ? 

•  See  Hymns  on  Redemption  and  th«  Lord's  Supper.- 


Suffering*  end  death  of  Christ.  1  Do 

And  could  the  sun  behold  the  deed  ? 
N®,  he  withdrew  his  sickning  ray, 
.And  darkness  veiFd  the  mourning  day. 
Can  I  survey  this  scene  of  woe, 
Where  mingling  grief  and  wonder  flow  ; 
And  yet  my  heart  unmov'd  remain, 
Insensible  to  love  .or  pain  ? 
Come  dearest  Lord,  thy  grace  impart. 
To  warm  this  cold,  this  stupid  heart ; 
'Till  all  its  powers  and  passions  move 
In  melting  grief  and  ardent  love. 
106.  Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Psalm  22. 
Christ's  sufferings  and  exaltation. 
I^TOW  let  our  mournful  songs  record- 
JL?|     The  dying  sorrows  of  our  Lord, 
When  he  complam'd  in  tears  and  blood. 
As  one  forsaken  of  his  God. 
The  Jews  behold  him  thus  forlorn, 
And  shake  their  heads  and  laugh  in  scorn  ; 
4  He  rescu'd  others  from  the  grave, 

*  Now  let  him  try  himself  to  save. 

*  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 

4  God  was  his  father  and  his  friend ; 

c  Jf  God  the  blessed  iov'd  him  so, 

4  Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now  V% 

Oh  savage  people  cruel  priests  1 

How  they  siood  round  like  racing  beasts  i 

Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  hud  left  him  in  their  power. 

They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his'feets 

T>11  streams  of  blood  each  other  meet  ; 

By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 

But  God  his  father  heard  his  cry  ; 

Hais*d  from  the-  dead  he  reigns  on  hi^h  ; 


107,  1  08       Sufferings  and  death  of  Chrut. 
The  nations  learn  hia  righteousness, 
And  humble  sinners  tas-te  his  grace. 
10/.  Common  Metre. 
From  1.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  81. 
Our  sin  the  cause  of  Christ's  death- 
1       AND  now  'he  scales  have  left  mine  eyes, 
/"m     Now  I  begin  to  see  : 
Oh  the  cursM  deeds,  my  sins  have  done  ! 
What  murd'rous  things  they  be  \ 
S   Were  these  the  traitors  dearest  Lord, 
That  thy  fair  body  tore  ? 
Monsters,  that  stain'd  those  heavenly  limbs 
With  floods  of  purple  gore  ? 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

My  dearest  Lord  was  slain, 
When  justice  seiz'd  God's  only  Soa, 
And  put  his  soul  ro  pain  ? 

4  Forgive  my  guilt,  O  Prince  of  Peace, 

I'll  wound  my  God  no  more  ; 
Hence  from  my  heart,  ye  sins,  be  gone, 

For  Jesus  I  adore. 
&■  Furnish  me  Lord  with  heavenly  arm? 

From  grace's  magazine, 
And  I'll  proclaim  eternal  war 

With  ev'ry  darling  sin. 

108.  Long  Metre. 

From  J.  R's Selection,  Hymn  1$9« 

The  dying  love  of  Christ,  constraining  to  thankful 

devotion.     2  Cor.  v,  14,  15. 
1    HEE  Lord,  thy  willing  subjects  bow 
i^i   Adoring  low  before  thy  throne  : 
Accept  our  humble  cheerful  vow, 
Thou  art  our  sovereign,  thou  alone. 
»2  Beneath  thy  soul-reviving  ray, 
E'en  cold  afflictions  wintry  gloom 


Sufferings  and  death  of  Chrkt*  f$g' 

Shall  brighten  irtfo  vernal  day, 
And  hopes  and  joys  immortal  bloom, 

3  Smile  on  our  souls  and  bid  us  sing, 
in  concert  with  the  choir  ^bove, 
The  glories  of  our  Saviour  Kin2„ 
The  condescensiuns  of  his  love, 

4  Amazing  love  !  that  stoop'd  so  low* 
To  view  with  pity's  melting  eye 
Vile  men,  deserving  endless  woe! 
Amazing  love  I  did  Jesus  die  ? 

5  He  died,  to  raise  to  life  and  joy 
The  vile,  the  guilty,  the  undone  ; 
O  let  his  praise  each  hoar  employ,, 
'Til  hours  no  more  their  circles  run  i 

6  He  diedi!  ye  seraphs  tune  your  song^ 
Resound,  resound  the  Saviour's  name. 
For  naught  below  immortal  tongues, 
Can  ever  re;.ch  the  wondrous  theme. 

109.  Commou  Metre, 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  13S. 
The  attraction  of  the  Cross.     John  xh.  $2* 

1  "^TONDKR  !  amazing  sight !  I  see 

W      Th1  incarnate  Son  of  God, 
Expiring  on  the  accursed  tree,. 
And  weltering  in  his  blood! 

2  Bohold  a  purple  torrent  run, 

Down  from  his  hands  and  head. 
The  crimson  tide  puts  out  the  sun5 
His  groans  awake  the  dead. 

3  The  trembling  earth,  the  darkeo'd  sky 

Proclaim  The  truth  aloud  : 
And  with  the  amaz'd  centurion  cry, 
"  This  is  the  Son  of  God." 

4  So  great  so  vast  a  sacrifice 

May  well  my  hope  revive  :. 
If  God's  own  Soa  thus  bleeds  and  dies, 


1 1 0   The  resurrection  aid hfcefm&rt  cf  Chria, 

The  sinner  sure  may  live. 
Z>  O  that  these  cords  of  love  divine, 

Might  draw  me,  Lord,  to  thee  ! 
Thou  hast  my  heart,  it  shall  be  thine. 

Thine  it  shall  ever  be  ! 


The  ressurection  and  ascension  of 
Christ. 

110.     Tune  136th  Psalm. 
F'om  J.  R's.  Selection,   Hymn  140. 
i   r^i7*ES,  the  Redeemer  rose  ; 
JL     The  Saviour  left  the  dead  ; 
And  o'er  oar  hellish  foes 
High  rais'd  his  conquering  head  ' 
In  wild  dismay 
The  guards  around 
Fall  to  the  ground, 
And  sink  away. 

2  Lo  !   the  angelic  bands 
In  full  assembly  meet, 

To  wait  his  high  commands, 
And  worship  at  bis  feet  ; 

Joyful  they  come, 

And  wing  their  way 

From  realms  of  day 

To  Jesus?  tomb, 

3  Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly, 
The  joyiul  news  to  bear  ; 
Hnrk  1   as  they  soar  on  high, 
What  music  fills  the  air  r" 

Their  anthems  say, 
'  Jesus  who  bled 
«  Hath  left  the  dead  ; 
'  He  rose  to-day/ 


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■Jheresurrcczitj.'i  and  ascension  of  Christ,,  i  I  1 
Ye  mortals,  catx  h  the  spun >J, 
Redeemed  by  him  from  hell  ; 
And  send  the  et  ho  round 

<  Jesys 

«  Hath 

c  No  mart  to  die.s 
All  l?aij,  triumphant  Lord. 
Who  savVt  us  with  thy  blood  : 
Wide  be  thy  najrae1  ador'd. 
Thou  rising  reigning  God  1 

With  thee  we  rise, 

With  thee  we  reign, 

And  empire;?  g -in 

Beyond  the  skies. 

Ill  *  Long  Metre, 

From  i.  W.  psai.  68,  Part  2, 

Christ's  ascension  and  the  gift  oj  the  Spirit, 

ORD  when  thou  didst  a*cer.d  en  high^ 
Ten  thousand  angels  ril!M  the  sky  ; 
Those  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  state. 
Nor  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious  when  the  Lord  was  there  ; 
WThiie  he  pronoune'd  his  dreadful  law, 
And  struck  the  chosen  tribes  with  awe, 
How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell,, 
When  the  rebellious  powers  of  hell, 
That  thousand  souls  had  captive  madeA 
Were  all  in  chains  like  captives  led 
RaisM  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  sent  his  promis'd  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
'That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 


112.113    The.  resurrectkx  and  asccnsibn  of  Christ. 

112.  Common  Metre. 
FromL  W.Psal.  47. 

Christ  ascending  and  reigning. 
H  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 
To  God  thesov'reign  King  ! 
Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ, 

And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 
Jesus  our  God  ascends  on  high  ; 

His  heavenly  guards  around 
Attend  him  rising  througn  the  sky, 

With  trumpet's  joyful  sound. 
While  angels  shout  and  praise  their  king. 

Let  mortals  learn  their  strains  ; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  sing  ; 

O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 
Rehearse  his  praise  with  awe  profound* 

Let  knowledge  guide  the  song  ; 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  solemn  sound 

Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 
In  Israel  stood  his  ancient  throne, 

He  lov'd  that  chosen  race  ; 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 

And  heathens  taste  his  grace. 
The  Gentile  nations  are  the  Lord's, 

There  Abra'm's  God  is  known  ; 
While  pow'rs  and  princes,  shields  and  swords 

Submit  before  his  throne. 

113.  Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  2,   Hymn  76. 

The  resurrection  and  ascension  of  Christ. 

HOSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  Litjl 
That  cloth'd  himself  in  clay  ; 
Enter'd  the  iron  gates  of  death, 

And  tore  the  bars  away. 
Death  is  no  more  the  king  of  dread, 
Since  our  lmmanuel  rose  ; 


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The  resurrection  and  ascension  of  Christ.  214 
He  took  the  tyrant's  sting  away, 

And  spoil'd  our  hellish  foes, 
See  how  the  conqu'rer  mounts  aloft, 

And  to  his  Father  flies, 
With  scars  of  honor  in  his  flesh, 

And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 
There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns. 

And  scatters  blessings  down  ; 
Our  Jesus  fills  the  middle  seat 

Of  the  celestial  throne. 
(Raise  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 

To  reach  his  blest  abode, 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  songs 

To  our  incarnate  God. 
Bright  angels  strike  your  loudest  strings. 

Your  sweetest  voices  raise  ; 
Let  lieav'n  and  ?\\  created  things, 

Sound  our  Immanuel's  praise, 
114. 
From  Hymn  71  >  New  Collection, 
The  heavenly  lover. 

HE  dies,  the  heav'nly  lover  dies. 
The  tidings  strike  a  doleful  sou 
On  my  poor  heart  strings  deep  he  lies, 

Jn  the  cold  caverns  of  the  ground. 

Come  saints  and  drop  a  tear  or  two, 

On  the  dear  bosom  of  your  God  ; 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 

A  thousand  drops  of  richer  blood. 

Here's  love  and  gnef  beyond  degree, 

The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  man  ; 
But  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  I  see, 

Jesus  the  dead  revives  again. 

The  rising  God  forsakes  his  tomb,. 

Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies, 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 


1  I  b  The  exaltation  a) id 

And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies.' 

b        Then  children's  children  praise  your  God, 
Tho'  now  in  sorrow  much  bow'd  down; 
You  soon  shah  walk  the  golden  streets, 
Where  you  will  wear  a  starry  crown. 

6  We'll  praise  King  Jesus  thro'  the  skies, 
Sing  glory,  glory,  round  the  thronej 

We'll  mount  aloft  on  eagles  wings, 

We'll  take  our  flight  and  quick  be  gene. 

7  I'm  glad  I  ever  saw  the  day, 

Wre  met  to  preach,  and  sing  and  pray  ; 
There's  glory,  glory  in  my  soul, 

This  makes  me  praise  my  Lord  so  bold. 
5        I  hope  to  praise  hirn  when  I  die, 

And  shout  salvation  as  1  fly  ; 
Sing  glory,  g'ory»  thro'  the  air, 

Meet  all  my  Father's  children  there, 
9        There  oa  Mount  Zion  i  sWl  stand, 

Crown  on  my  head,  and  harpni  hand  ;- 
There  spend  a  long  eternity 

in  praising  on  the  heavenly  key. 

The  exaltation  and  kingdom  of 
Christ. 

115.  Tune  Franklin. 
From  J.  K's  Selection,  Hymn  149- 
7%tf  kingdom  of  Christ,     Pnii.  iv. 

JHL    Your  God  and  King  adore; 

Mortals  give  thanks  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore! 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aiO'id,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 
2        Rejoice  'he  Saviour  reigns, 

The  God  of  truth  and  love  ; 


Kingdom  of  Christ.  lH> 

When  he  bad  purg'd  our  stains, 

He  took  his  seat  above  ; 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice, 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 
3        His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  heav'n  ; 

The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jesus  given  : 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice*. 
Rejoice  aloud,  ye  saints,  rejoice, 
•4        He  all  his  foes  shall  quell, 

Slnll  all  our  sins  destroy  ; 

And  every  bosom  swell  ; 

With  pure  seraphic  joy  ; 
Lift  up  the  heart,  lift  up  the  voice5 
Rejoice  alcud,  ye  saints,  rejoice. 
5        Rejoice  in  glorious  hope, 

Jesus  the  Judge*  shall  come, 

And  take  his  servants  up 

To  their  eternal  home  : 
We  soon  shall  hear  th'  archangels  voice-, 
Tne  trump  of  God  shall  sound  rejoice. 

11  G.  Short  Metre. 

From  I.  W.  Book  1 ,  Hymn  142. 

The  humiliation  and  exaltation  of  Christ.     Isa.  liiw 

6—9—12. 

1  ~W    IKE  sheep  we  «*nt  astray. 

1   A   And  broke  the  fold  ©f  God* 
Each  wand'ring  in  a  different  way, 
But  all  the  downward  road. 

2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour, 

When  God  our  wandVings  laid, 
And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head  ! 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace, 

When  Christ  sustained  the  stroke  f 


H7  The  exaltation,  fee, 

His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  payd 
A  ransom  for  the  flock. 
4  His  honOr  and  his  breath 
Were  taken  both  away  ; 
Join'd  with  the  wicked  in  his  death, 
And  made  as  vile  :ts  they. 
•5  But  God  shall  raise  his  head 
O'er  all  the  sons  of  men  ; 
And  make  him  see  a  num'rous  seed 
To  recompense  his  pain. 
6  **  I'll  give  him,  saith  the  Lord, 
A  portion  with  the  strong  ; 
He  shall  possess  a  large  reward, 
And  hold  his  honors  long. 

117.  Long  Metre. 
Fom  I.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  5. 
Longing  to  praise  Christ  better. 
*  T    ORD,  when  my  tho'ts  with  wonder  roll 
1   i   O'er  the  sharp  sorrows  of  thy  soul, 
And  read  my  Maker's  broken  laws, 
Repaired  and  honorM  by  the  cross  : 
2  When  I  behold  death,  hell,  and  sin, 
Vanquish'd  by  that  dear  blood  of  thine, 
And  see  the  man  that  groan'd  and  dyd, 
Sit  glorious  by  his  Fathers  side  : 
,  3  My  passions  rise  and  soar  above, 

I'm  wing'd  with  faith  and  fir'd  with-love  ; 
Fain  would  1  reach  eternal  things, 
And  learn  the  notes  that  Gabriel  sings. 

4  But  my  heart  fail*,  my  tongue  complains 
For  want  of  their  immortal  strains ; 
And  in  such  humble  notes  as  these 
Must  fall  below  thy  victories. 

5  Well  the  kind  minute  raufi  appear, 
When  we  shall  leave  these  bodies  here, 
These  clogs  of  clay,  and  mount  oil  high 
To  join  the  songs  above  the  sky. 


The  inttT cession  of  ChHst.  1 1 8 

The  intercession  of  Christ. 

1  18.  Short  Metre. 

From  I.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  36. 

Christ's  intercession. 

1  "X~&TELL,  the  Redeemer's  gone 

f  y      T'  appear  before  your  God, 
To  sprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne 
With  his  atoning  biood. 

2  No  fiery  vengeance  now, 

No  burning  wrath  comes  down  ; 
If  justice  calls  for  sinner's  blood 
The  Saviour  shows  his  own, 

3  Before  his  Father's  eye 

Our  humble  suit  he  moves  ; 
The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by, 
And  looks,  and  smiles,  and  loves.- 

4  Now,  may  our  joyful  tongues 

Our  Maker's  honours  sing, 
Jesus  the  priest  receives  our  songs* 
And  bears  them  to  the  King. 

5  [We  bow  before  his  face, 

And  sound  his  glories  high, 

**  Hosanna  to  the  God  of  grace, 

"  That  lays  his  thunder  by.] 

6  "  On  earth  thy  mercy  reigns, 

"  And  triumphs  all  above  :" 
But,  Lord,  how  weak  our  mortal  strains 
To  speak  immortal  love  ! 

7  [How  jarring  and  how  low 

Are  all  the  notes  we  sing  ! 
Sweet  Saviour,  tune  our  songs  anew? 
And  they  shall  please  the  King.] 
k  2 


Ii9,  120       The  intercession  Chi i>i. 
119.  Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  !5~. 
T/i"  intercession  of  Christ.     Heb.  vii.  25. 

2  ITT"  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives, 

IB    (What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  T) 
And  now  before  his  Father  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merit  of  his  blood. 
£  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 
And  justice  arm'd  with  frowns  appears  \ 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Sweet  mercy,  smiles,  and  all  is  peace, 

3  Hence  then?  ye  black  despairing  tho'tst, 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 
His  powerful  intercessions  rise, 

And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  In  every  dark  distressful  hour, 
When  Sin  and  Satan  join  their  power ; 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

5  Great  advocate,  almighty  friend  : 
On  him  our  humble  hopes  depend  : 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
For  Jesus  pleads  and  must  prevail. 

120.  Common  Metre. 

From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  155. 

Christs  admonition  to  Peter  under  afijiroachinp 

trials  and  intercession  for  him.     Luke  xxi? 

"31,  32. 

1  TTOW  keen  the  tempter's  malice  is ! 
JL  JL  How  artful  and  how  great  1 
'iho'  not  one  giain  shall  be  destroy*^ 

Yet  will  he  sift  the  wheat. 

2  But  God  can  all  his  power  controul, 

And  gather  in  his  chain  ; 
And  whe  e  he  seems  to  triumph  most- 


Characters  and  representations  of  Christ.   121 

The  captWe  soul  regain. 
•3  There  is  a  shepherd  kind  and  strong, 

Still  watchful  for  his  sheep  ; 
Nor  shall  th'  infernal  lion  rend 

Whom  he  vouchsafes  to  keep. 

4  Blest  Jesus  intercede  for  us, 

That  we  may  fail  no  more ; 
O  raise  us  when  we  prostrate  lie^ 
And  comfort  lost  restore. 

5  Thy  secret  energy  impart, 

That  faith  may  never  fail  ; 
But  'midst  whole  showers  of  fiery  darts? 
That  temper'd  shield  prevail. 

6  Secur'd  ourselves  by  grace  divine, 

We'll  guard  our  brethren  too  ; 
And  taught  their  frailty  by  our  owe, 
Our  care  of  them  renew. 


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Characters  and  representations  oj 
Christ. 

121.  Long  Metre. 

From  I.  W.  Psalm  14T,  Part  I. 

The  divine  nature,  providence  and  grace, 

X    |J  RAISE  ye  the  Lord  ;  'tis  good  to  raise, 

JlT    Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praise  ; 

His  nature  and  his  works  invite 

To  make  bis  duty  our  delight. 

2  The  i  ord  builds  up  Jerusalem, 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name  : 
His  r.ercy  melts  the  stubborn  soul, 
And  makes  the  broken  spirit  whole. 

3  He  form'd  the  stars  those  heavn'ly  flames, 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  thtif  names* 
Hi's  sov'reign  wisdom  knews  no  bounds 


1 2"2  Characteos  end 

A  deep  where  all  our  tho'ts  are  drown?& 

4  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  might  ■; 
And  all  his  glories  infinite  : 
He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  just, 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  dust. 

PAUSE. 

5  Sing  to  the  Lord  exalt  him  high, 
Who  spreads  his  clouds  around  the  sky ; 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  descend  in  vain. 

6  He  makes  the  grass  the  hills  adorn. 
And  cloafhes  the  smiling  fields  with  corn  ; 
The  beasts  with  food  his  hands  supply, 
And  feeds  the  ravens  when  they  cry. 

7  What  is  the  creature's  skill  or  force, 
The  vig'rous  man,  the  warlike  horse, 
The  sprightly  wit,  tke  active  limb  I 
Ail  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

3   But  saints  are  lovely  in  his  sight ; 
He  views  his  children  with  delight  ; 
He  sees  their  hope  he  knows  their  fear, 
And  finds  and  loves  his  image  there. 

•  122.  Long  Metre. 

Frem  J.  RV  Selection,  Hymn  156. 
Advocate.     1  John  ii.  1. 

WHERE  is  my  God,  does  he  retire 
Beyond  the  reach  of  humble  sighs  i 
Are  these  weak  breathings  of  desire, 
Too  languid  to  ascend  the  skies  I 

2  No.  Lord,  the  breathings  of  desire, 
The  weak  petition,  if  sincere, 
]s  not  forbidden  to  aspire, 
But  reaches  thy  all-gracious  ear. 

i  Look  up  my  soul  with  cheerful  eye, 
■ic  \v%  ere  the  gfc.it  Redeemer  standi 


Refirts evictions  of  Christ,  1  £S 

The  glorious  advocate  on  high, 
With  precious  incense  in  his  hands. 

t  He  sweetens  every  humble  groan, 
Ke  recommends  each  broken  prayer 
Recline  thy  hope  on  him  alone, 
Whose  power  and  love  forbid  despair. 

\  Teach  my  weak  heart,  O  gracious  Lord, 
With  stronger  faith  to  call  thee  mine; 
Bid  me  pronounce  the  cheerful  word, 
My  Father  God,  with  joy  divine*. 
123.  Long  Merre. 
From  J.  It's  Selection,  Hymn  159. 

Bridegroom  and  husband,  or,  the  marriage  be- 
tween Christ  and  the  soul, 

1     TESUS,  the  heavenly  lover,  gave 
%3    His  life  my  wretched  soul  to  save  | 
Resolv'd  to  make  his  mercy  known, 
He  kindly  claims  me  for  his  own. 
Rebellious,  I  against  him  strove, 
'Till  melted  and  constrained  by  love  ; 
With  sin  and  self  I  freely  part, 
The  heavn'ly  bridegroom  wins  my  heart. 
My  guilt  my  wretchedness  he  knows, 
Yet  takes  and  owns  me  for  his  spouse; 
My  debts  he  pays  and  sets  me  free, 
And  makes  his  riches  o'er  to  me, 
My  filthy  rags  are  iaid  aside, 
He  clothes  me  as  becomes  his  bride  ; 
Himself  bestows  my  wedding-dress, 
The  robe  of  perfect  righteousness. 
Lost  in  astonishment  I  see, 
Jesus,  thy  boundless  love  to  me  ; 
With  angels  I  thy  grace  adore, 
And  long  to  love  and  praise  thee  more. 
Since  thou  wilt  takeine  ior  thy  bride. 


J  42  Characters  and 

0  keep  me.  Saviour,  near  thy  side 

1  fain  would  give  thee  all  my  hearts 
Nor  ever  from  my  Lord  depart. 

124.  Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's,  Selection,  Hymn  I6'f. 
Chief  among  ten  thousand  ;  or  the  excellences  o/ 
Christ.     Canf.v.  10 — 1  6. 

1  f  I  ^O  Christ  the  Lord,  let  every  tongue 

i      Its  noblest  tribute  Mug  ; 
When  he's  the  subject  of  the  sonp", 
Who  can  refuse  to  sing  ? 

2  Survey  the  beanfes  of  his  face, 

And  on  his  glories  dwell  : 
Think  of  the  wonders  of  his  grace? 
And  all  his  triumphs  tell 

3  Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 

Upon  his  awful  brow  ; 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowndf 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erilow. 

4  No  mortal  can  with  him  compare, 

Among  the  sons  of  men  : 
Fairer  he  is  than  all  the  fair, 

That  nil  the  heavenly  train. 
He  saw  me  plung'd  in  deep  distress. 

He  fled  to  my  relief; 
For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross, 

Aj»d  carried  all  my  ^rief. 

6  His  hand  a  thousand  blessings  pours 

Upon  my  guilty  head; 
His  presence  guilds  my  darkest  hours* 
And  guards  my  sleeping  bed. 

7  To  him  f  owe  my  life  and  breath, 

And  all  the  joys  I  have  : 
He  makes  me  triumph  over  death, 
And  saves  me  from  the  grave* 


Representations  of  Christ.  125,  126 

1  To  heaven  the  place  of  his  abode 

He  brings  my  weary  feet  ! 
Shews  me  the  glories  of  my  God^ 
And  makes  my  joys  complete. 
)  Since  from  his  bounty  I  receive 
Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord,  they  should  all  be  thine., 

125.  8—7 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  16'S. 
Consolation  of  lsraei.     Luke  ii.  2£. 
!    /^10?vIE,  thou  long  expected  Jesus* 
V^    Born  to  set  thy  people  free  ; 
From  our  fears  and  sins  re: ease  us. 

Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee. 
Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 
Hope  of  all  the  saints  thou  an  y 
Dear  desire  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 

2  Born  thy  people  to  deliver  ; 

Born  a  ch;ivl,  and  yet  a  king  ; 
Born  to  reign  in  us  forever, 

Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 
By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone  ; 
By  thine  ail-sufficient  merit, 

Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 

126.   Common  Metre. 

From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  165. 

The  door,     John  x,  9.     Hosea  ii.  15. 

L      A    WAKE  our  souls  and  bless  his  name. 

JL3L   Whose  mercies  never  fail  ; 

Who  opens  wide  a  door  of  hope 
In  Achor's  gloomy  vale. 
*  Behold  the  portal  wide  dispJay'd, 


17  Characters  and' 

The  building  strong  and  fair  » 
Within  are  pastures  fresh  and  green? 

And  liv.ng  streams  are  there. 
Enter,  my  souK  with  cheerful  hasten 

bor  Jesus  is  the  door  ; 
Nor  fear  the  serpent's  wily  arts, 

Nor  fear  the  lion's  roar. 
O  n  ay  thy  grace  the  nat  ons  leadv 

And  Jews  and  Gentiles  come, 
All  travTmg  thro'  one  beaut#ousgate* 

To  one  eternal  home  ! 

127.     Common  Metre 

From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  16*9. 
Praise  for  the  fountain  ofiened. 

THERE  js  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood. 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins ; 
And  sinners  plung'd  beneath  that  flood? 

\  ojf  a  1  the;r  guilty  stains. 
The  dying  thief  rejoic'd  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
O  may  I  there,  tho'  vile  as  he, 

Wash  all  my  sins  away  ? 
Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

'  hall  never  loose  its  power, 
'Till  ail  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 

Be  sav'd  to  sin  no  more. 
E'er  sipce  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing-  wounds  supply, 
Ree<>(  ming  love  has  been  my  theme, 

And  shall  be  till  I  die. 
But  when  this  l;sp.ng  stammering  tongue 

lies  silent  in  the  grave, 
Th-     ma  nobler  sweeter  song 

V  I  sing  thy  power  to  save, 


Representations  of  Christ,     128,  129 
128.  Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  172. 
Head  uf  the  Church.      Eph.  iv.  15,  16*. 
1     TTFSUS,  1  sing  thy  matchless  grace, 
.^f    That  calls  a  worm  thy  own  ; 
Gives  me  amqng  thy  saints  a  place, 

To  make  thy  glories  known. 
Allied  to  thee  our  vital  head, 

We  act,  and  grow,  and  thrive, 
From  thee  divided,  each  is  dead, 
When  most  he  seems  alive. 
3.  Thy  saints  on  earth  and  those  above-. 
Here  join  in  sweet  accord  ; 
One  body  all  in  mutual  love, 
And  thou,  our  common  Lord. 

4  O  may  my  faith  each  hour  derive 

Thy  spirit  with  delight  ; 
While  death  and  hell  in  vain  shall  strive 
This  bond  to  disunite. 

5  Thou  the  whole  body  wilt  present 

Before  thy  Father's  face  ; 
Nor  shall  a  wrinkle  or  a  spot 
Its  beauteous  form  disgrace.. 

1  23.  Common  Metre. 

From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  173. 

Jesus — precious  to  them  that  belicie.     1  Pet.  ii,  7 

1  j§~ESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name  ; 
%3     'Tis  music  to  my  ear  ; 

Fain  would  I  sound  it  so  loud, 

That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear. 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust  ; 
Jewels  to  thee  aie  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish, 

t 


130  Characters  and 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  heart, 

And  shed  its  fragrance  there  ; 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  woiifids,* 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  speak  the  honor's  of  thy  name. 

With  my  last  iab'ring  breath  ; 
And  dying  clasp  thee  in  my  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 

130.     Common  Metre. 

From  J   R's  Selection,  Hymn  175. 

King  of  Saints. 

1  /""iOME,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name, 
\^_J    And  joy  to  make  it  known, 

Tne  sovereign  of  your  heart  proclaim, 
And  bow  before  his  throne. 

2  Behold  your  king,  your  Saviour  crown'd 

With  glories  all  divine  ; 
And  tell  the  wond'ring  nations  round. 
How  bright  those  glories  shine. 

3  Infinite  power,  and  boundless  grace, 

in  biro  unite  their  rays  ; 
You  that  have  e'er  beheld  his  face, 
Can  you  forbear  his  praise. 

4  When  in  his?  earthly  courts  we  view 

The  glories  of  our  King, 
We  Ion  £  to  love  as  angels  do, 
And  wish  like  them  to  sintj. 

5  And  shall  we  long  and  wish  in  vain  ; 

Lord  teach  our  songs  to  rise  ! 
Thy  love  can  animate  the  strain, 
And  bid  it  reuch  the  skies, 
■  ■  0  happy  period,  glorious  day, 
Whtii  heaven  and  etstth  shall  rai 


Representations  of  Christ.  131 

With  all  their  powers  the  raptur'd  lay, 
To  celebrate  thy  praise. 

131.  Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,   Hymn  177. 
The  spiritual  cor ronaiiofu      Cant  iii.  11. 
Angels. 

1  A    LL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus's  name! 
/i    Let  angels  prostrate  fall  ; 

Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
Martyrs. 

2  [Crown  him  ye  martyrs  of  ottr  Gcd? 

Who  from  his  alter  call  ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesus's  rod, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all.] 
Converted  Jews. 

3  [Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

A  remnant  weak  and  small  ; 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  eraces 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all.] 
Believing  Gentiles. 

4  Ye  Gentile  sinners  De'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall.; 
Go — spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet* 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
Sinners  of  every  age. 

5  [Babes,..men,  and  sires,  who  know  his  love* 

Who  feel  your  sin  and  thrall ; 
New  joy  with  all  thefcosts  above, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all.] 
Sinners  of  every  nation* 

6  Let  every  kindred  every  tribe 

On  this  terrestrial  bail, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all...- 


132,133  Characters  and 

Ourselves. 
7  O  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 
We  at  his  feet  may  fail : 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  ail. 

1 32.  Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  typ: 

Lamb  of  God,  &c.      John  i.  21. 

1  IB  KHOLD  the  sin-atoning  Lamb. 
II    With  wonder  gratitude  and  love  ; 

To  take  away  our  guilt  and  shame, 
See  him  descending  from  above. 

2  Our  sins  and  griefs  on  him  were  laid  ; 
He  meekly  bore  the  mighty  load  ; 
Our  ransom  price  he  fully  paid, 

In  groans  and  tears,  in  sweat  and  blood. 

3  To  save  a  guilty  world  he  dies  : 
Sinners  behold  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 
To  him  lift  up  your  longing  eyes, 
And  hope  for  mercy  in  his  name. 

4  Pardon  and  peace  thro'  him  abound  ; 
He  can  the  richest  blessings  give  ; 
Salvation  in  his  name  is  found, 

He  bids  the  dving  sinner  live. 
d  Jesus,  my  Lord,  I  look  to  thee  ; 
Where  else  can  helpless  sinners  go  ? 
Thy  boundless  love  snail  set  me  free, 
From  all  my  wretchedness  and  woe. 

133.  Long  Metre. 

From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  181. 
Life  of  the  soul.     John  xiv.  1$. 
1   T17HEN  sins  and  fears  prevailing  rise, 
\  f       And  fainting  hope  almost  expires  : 
Jesus  to  thee  I  lift  mine  eyes. 
To  thee  I  breathe  my  soul's  desires, 


Representations  of  Christ.  !34 

Art  thou  not  mine,  my  living  Lord  ? 
And  can  my  hope,  my  comfort  die, 
Fix'd  on  thy  everlasting  word. 
That  word  which  built  the  earth  and  sky  > 
If  my  immortal  Saviour  lives, 
Then  my  immortal  life  is  sure  ; 
His  word  a  firm  foundation  gives, 
Here  let  me  build  and  rest  secure. 
Here  let  my  faith  unshaken  dwell, 
Immoveable  the  promise  stands  ; 
Not  all  the  powers  of  earth  or  hell, 
Can  e'er  dissolve  the  sacred  bands. 
5  Here,  O  my  soul,  thy  trust  repose  ; 
If  Jesus  is  forever  mine, 
Not  death  itself  the  last  of  foes, 
Shall  break  a  union  so  divine. 

134.  Long  Metre. 
From  J.R's.  Selection,  Hymn  135. 
Messiah.  Gen.  xhx.  10.  Dan.  ix.  26.    Hug.  ii.,o, 

1  /"I  LORY  to  God  who  reigns  above, 
%JC  Who  dwells  in  light,  whose  name  is  ioye;i 
Ye  saints  and  angels,  \i  ye  can, 

Declare  the  love  of  God  to  man. 

2  O  what  can -more  his  love  commend 
His  dear,  his  only  son  to  send  ! 

That  man,  condemn'd  to  die,  might  live, 
And  God  be  glorious  to  forgive  ! 

3  Messiah's  come — with  joy  behold 
The  days  by  prophets  long  foretold  : 
Judah  thy  royal  sceptre's  broke, 

And  time  still  proves  what  Jacob  spoke 

4  Daniel,  thy  weeks  are  all  expir'd, 
The  time  prophetic  seals  requit'd  ; 
Cut  off' for  sins,  but  not  his  own. 
Thy  prince  Messiah  did  atone.. 

t3 


l$b  Characters  and 

5  Thy  famous  temple,  Solomon, 
Is  by  the  latter  far  out-shone  : 
It  wanted  not  thy  glittering  stoic, 
Messiah's  presence  grae'd  it  rnqre, 

6"  We  see  the  prophecies  fulfil  I'd 

In  Jesus,  that  most  wondrous  child  x 
His  birth,  his  life,  his  death  combine- 
To  prove  his  character  divine. 

7  Jesus,  thy  gospel  firmly  stands 
A  blessing  to  these  favor'd  lands: 
No  infidel  shall  be  our  dread, 
Since  thou  art  risen  from  the  dead* 
135.  Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  187 
Pearl  of  great  price.     Mattb .  xiii .  46. 

1  "'^C/'lL'  glittering  toys  of  earth  adieu, 

_g_      A  nobler  choice  be  mine  : 
A  real  prize  attracts  my  view, 
A  treasure  all  divine. 

2  fte«one  unworthy  of  my  cares,, 

Ye  spacious  baits  of  sense  ; 
Inestimable  woith  appears, 
The  pear!  of  price  immense  ! 

3  Jesus,  to  multitudes  unknown^ 

O  name  divinely  sweet  ! 
Jesu?  in  thee,  in  thee  alone, 
Wealth,  honor,  pleasure  meet. 

4  Should  both  the  Indies  at  my  call, 

Theii  boasted  stores  resign  ; 
With  joy  I  would  renounce  theru  ail 
For  leave  to  call  thee  mine. 

5  Should  earth's  vain  treasures  all  depart, 

Of  this  deat  gift  possess'd: 
I'd  clasp  h  to  rny  joyfu)  heart, 
And  be  forever  bless'd. 
>  0C"r  covcre^'..  of  rry  soul's  ^eslre?^ 


Representations  of  Christ.       136,  137 

Thy  love  isb!iss  divine  : 
Accept  the  wish  that  love  inspires, 
And  bid  me  call  thee  mine. 

136.  Long  Metre. 

From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  188. 

Physician  of  souls.     Jeremiah  viii.  22. 

1  |   \EEP  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made, 
1   9  Where  shall  the  sinner  find  a  cure  ? 

In  vain,  alas,  is  nature's  aid, 

The  work  exceeds  all  nature's  power. 

2  Sin  like  %.  raging  fever  reigns, 
With  fatal  strength  in  every  part  * 
The  dire  contagion  fills  the  veins, 

And  spreads  its  poison  to  the  heart.    ^|^ 
(   And  can  no  sovereign  balm  be  found  ? 

And  is  no  kind  Physician  nigh 

To  ease  the  pain,  and  heal  the  wound, 

Ere  life  and  hope  forever  fly  ? 
£  There  is  a  great  physician  near, 

Look  up,  Q  fainting  soul,  and  live  ; 

See,  in  his  heavenly  smiles  appear 

Such  ease  as  nature  cannot  give  ! 
5  See,  in  the  Saviour's  dying  blood 

Life,  health,  and  bliss,  abundant  flow  1 

'Tis  only  this  dear  sacred  flood 

Can  ease  thy  pain  and  heal  thy  woe. 
5  Sin  throws  in  vain  its  pointed  dart, 

For  here  a  sovereign  cure  is  found  ; 

A  cordial  for  the  fainting  heart, 

A  balm  for  every  painful  wound. 

137.     Long  Metre. 
From  Hymn  51,  New  Collection. 
Thy  name  is  as  ointment  poured  forth ,  therefore  do 

the  virgins  love  thee.  Cant  i.  3. 
1      J~ESUS  !  a  name  or  sweetest  sound. 
%3    How  sweet  it  charms  the  willing  ear  ! 


138  Character*  ariTl 

It  spreads  delicious  fragrance  round. 
At  once  to  gratify  and  cheer. 

2  By  it  the  heav'nly  host  above, 

And  each  redeemed  saint  below  ; 
Are  kindled  into  holy  love, 

And  feel  their  heaits  in  transport  flow, 

3  And  who  that  ever  felt  the  pain, 

The  anguish  of  a  wounded  heart ; 
And  found  all  other  means  in  vain, 
To  heal  the  wound  or  ease  the  smart  ? 

4  Who  that  has  known  its  saving  might, 

To  rescue  from  the  power  of  sin  ; 
Can  hear  this  name  without  delight, 
Can  hear  and  feel  no  flame  within  ? 

5  Sure  virgin  souls,  made  white  and  clean, 

By  bleeding  love  and  quick4  ning  grace, 
His  willing  captives  must  remain, 
His  name  triumphant  ever  bless. 

6  Jesus  1  a  name  of  sweetest  sound, 

It  chains,  it  charm9  the  captive  ear  ; 
And  spreads  balsamic  odours  round, 
The  wounded  heart  to  heal  and  cheer. 

138.     Lon^  Metre. 

From  Hymn  60,  New  Collection. 

Christ  the  Apple-tree. 

1  f  1 1HE  tree  of  life  my  soul  hath  seen, 

j|      Laden  with  fruit  and  always  green  ; 
The  trees  of  nature  fruitless  be, 
Compar'd  with  Christ  the  apple-tree. 

2  This  beauty  doth  all  things  excel, 
By  faith  I  know,,  but  ne'er  can  tell 
The  glory  which  I  now  can  see, 
In  Jesus  Christ  the  apple-tree. 

3  For  happines  I  long  have  sought, 
And  pleasure  dearly  have  I  bought  ; 
I  miss'd  of  all,  but  now  I  see, 


Reprc?e?itations  of  Christ.  1  3<> 

*Tis  found  in  Christ  the  apple-tree.  - 

I'm  weary'd  with  my  former  toil  ; 

Here  I  will  sit  and  rest  awhile, 

Under  the  shadow  I  will  be, 

Of  Jesus  Christ  the  apple-tree. 

With  great  delight  I'll  make  my  stay, 

There's  none  shall  fright  my  soul  away  ; 

Among  the  sons  of  men  I  see 

There's  none  like  Christ  the  apple-tree. 

Ill  sit  and  eat  the  fruit  divine, 

Jt  cheers  my  heart  like  spirit'al  wine  ; 

And  now  this  fruit  is  sweet  to  me, 

That  grows  on  Christ  the  apple-tree. 

This  fruit  doth  make  my  soul  to  thrive, 

It  keeps  my  dying  faith  alive  ; 

Which  makes  my  soul  in  haste  to  be 

With  Jesus  Christ  the  apple-tree. 
139.     Long  Metre. 
From  Hymn  lib",  New  Collection. 
'he  bi^eaker  is  come  up  before  than.   Micha  ii.  13. 

OINTG  the  dedY  Saviour's  glorious  fame, 

1^7  Who  bears  the  Breaker's  wond'rous  name  ; 

Sweet  name  !  and  it  becomes  him  well, 

Wrho  breaks  down  sin,  guilt,  death  and  hell, 
f  A  mighty  Breaker,  sure  is  he, 

He  broke  my  chains,  and  set  me  free  ; 

A  gracious  Breaker  to  my  soul  ; 

He  breaks,  and  oh  i  he  makes  me  whole. 
\  He  breaks  thro*  ev'ry  gloomy  cloud, 

Which  can  my  soul  with  darkness  shroud  ; 

He  breaks  the  ev'ry  crafty  snare, 

Which  hellish  foes  tor  me  prepare. 
^  He  breaks  the  gates  of  harden'd  brass, 

To  bring  his  faithful  word  to  pass  ; 

And  tho'  with  pond'rous  iron  bar'd, 


HO  Characters  and 

The  Breaker's  love  they  cant  retard. 
3   Great  Breaker  !    O  thy  love  impart. 

Daily  to  break  my  stony  heart  ; 

O  break  it,  Lord,  and  enter  in  ; 

And  break,  O  break  the  power  of  sin  ! 

6  Break  out  and  shine  upon  my  soul  ; 

One  look  from  thee  will  make  me  whole  ; 
Break  thro*  my  foes  to  my  relief, 
And  break,  O  break  my  unbelief. 

7  Break  down  my  self-sufficient  pride, 
And  let  me  at  thy  feet  abide  ; 

And  there  adore  thee  mighty  Lord, 
Who  never,  never  breaks  his  word. 
5   By  thee  I'll  break  thro'  ev'ry  foe, 
And  joyful  on  my  way  J'll  go  ; 
By  thee  I'll  break  death's  cold  embrace 
And  mount  to  heav'n,  and  see  thy  face. 
9  There  has  my  King  pass'd  on  betbre, 
And  there  forever  I'll  adore  ; 
And  to  eternity  I'll  raise 
My  songs,  to  this  great  Breaker's  praise* 
140.     Tune  Franjclini 
From  Hymn  84,  New  Collection. 
The  good  physician. 

1  "|     TTOW  lost  was  my  condition 
JLI  Till  Jesus  made  me  whole  i 
There  is  but  one  physician 

Can  cure  the  sin-sick  soul  ! 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 
And  snatch'd  me  from  the  grave, 
To  tell  to  all  around  me, 
His  vvond'rous  power  to  save. 

2  The  worst  of  all  diseases 
Is  light  compared  to  sin  ; 
On  ev'ry  part  it  seizes, 
But  rages  most  within  ; 


Representations  of  Christ.  1 4 1 

Tis  pals}*,  plague  and  fever, 
Ami  madness  ail  combin'd  ; 
And  none  but  a  believer 
The  least  relief  can  find. 
From  men  great  skill  professing, 
J  thought  a  cure  to  gain  ; 
But  this  prov'd  more  distressing, 
And  added  to  my  pain  : 
Some  said  that  nothing  ailM  me, 
Some  gave  me  up  for  lost ; 
Thusev'ry  jefuge  fail'd  me, 
And  all  rr.y  hopes  were  cross'd. 
At  length  this  great  physician, 
How  matchless  is  his  grace  ! 
Accepted  my  petition, 
And  undertook  my  case; 
First  gave  me  sight  to  view  him, 
For  sin  my  eyes  had  seal'd  ; 
Then  bade  me  look  unto  him  ; 
I  look'd  and  I  was  heai'd. 
A  dying  risen  Jesus, 
Seen  by  an  eye  of  faith  ; 
At  once  from  danger  trees  us, 
And  saves  the  soul  from  death  ; 
Come  then  to  this  physician, 
His  help  he'll  freely  give  ; 
Me  has  no  hard  condition, 
'lis  only— look  and  love. 

141.  Short  Metre. 

From  J.  ll's  Selection,  Hymn  1 97-- 

SJiepherd.     Psalm  xxiii.  1—3. 

WHILE  my  Redemer's  near, 
My  shepherd  and  my  guide, 
bid  farewell  to  anxious  fear, 
My  wants  are  all  supply \1. 


1  42  Characters  and 

2  To  ever  fragrant  meads 
Where  rich  abundance  grows, 

Hie  gracious  hand  indulgent  leads 
And  guards  my  sweet  repose. 

3  Along  the  lovely  scene 
Cool  waters  gently  roll, 

Transparent,  sweet,  and  all  serene, 
To  '  beer  my  fainting  soul. 

4  Here  let  my  spirit  rest, 
How  sweet  a  lot  is  mine  ! 

With  pleasure,  food,  and  safety  blest  ; 
B^nificence  divine  ! 

5  Dear  Shepherd,  if  I  stray, 
My  wandering  feet  restore  ; 

To  thy  fair  pastures  guide  my  way. 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 
G       Unworthy  as  I  am, 

Of  thy  protecting  care, 
Jesus,  I  plead  thy  gracious  name, 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

142.  Long  Metre. 
From  J.  It's.  Selection,  Hymn  203. 
Wisdoniy  righfeeu^^esSf   sancitf cation  and  redeh 
tion.      I  Cor.i.  30,  31. 

1  1%  JW  Y  God,  assist  me  while  1  raise 
_!_▼  JL  An  anthem  of  harmonious  praise  ; 
My  heart  thy  wonders  shall  proclaim, 
And  spread  its  banners  in  thy  name. 

2  In  Christ  I  view  a  store  divine  ; 
My  Father,  all  that  store  is  thine  ; 
By  thee  prepai  M,  by  thee  bestow'd  ; 
Hail  to  the  Saviour  and  the  God  ! 

3  When  gloomy  shades  my  soul  overspread, 
"  Let  there  be  light,"  th'  Almighty  said  ; 
And  Christ,  my  Sun,  his  beams  displays.. 
And  scatters  round  celestial  rays. 


Rpreseutations  of  Christ,  I  43- 

&  Condemn'd  thy  criminal  I  stood, 
And  awful  justice  ask'd  my  blood  ; 
That  welcome  Saviour  from  tbv  throne 
Brought  righteousness  and  pardon  dowm 
5   My  soul  was  a]]  o'erspread  with  sin, 
And  lo,  his  grace  hath  made  me  clean  ; 
He  rescues  frpm  th'  infernal  foe, 
And  full  redemption  will  bestow. 
S  Ye  saints  assist  my  grateful  tongue  ; 
Ye  angels  warble  back  my  song  ; 
For  love  like  this  demands  the  praise 
Of  heavenly  harps,  and  endless  day?- 
143.   Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  204. 
All  in  All. 
\  /^OMPAR'D  with  Christ,  in  all  beside 
V^   No  comeliness  I  see  ; 
The  one  thing  needful,  dearest  Lord, 
Is  to  be  one  with  thee. 

2  The  sense  of  thy  expiring  love 

Into  my  soul  convey  : 
Thyself  bestow,  for  thee  alone 
My  All  m  All  I  pray. 

3  Less  than  thyself  will  not  suffice, 

My  comfort  to  restore  : 
More  than  thyself  I  cannot  crave  ; 
And  thou  canst  give  no  more. 

4  Lo\'d  of  my  God,  for  him  again 

"With  love  intense  I'd  burn  : 
Chosen  of  thee  ere  time  began, 
I'd  chuse  thee  in  return. 

5  Whate'er  consists  not  with  thy  love, 

O  teach  me  to  resign  : 
I'm  rich  to  all  th*  intents  of  bliss, 
Tf  thois  O  God,  art  mine. 

M 


144  Characters  and 

i  44.     Tune 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  205. 
AH  in  All ;  or   the  testimony  c^.c^rnittg  Jesus  the' 
Soul  of  Prophecy,     Rev.xix.  !0. 

1  f  I  ^HE  Bible  is  justly  este-i  M 

P      The  glory  supreme  of  the  land, 
Which  shows  how  a  sinner's  redeemM, 
And  brought  to  Jehovah's  right  hand. 
Wiih  pleasure  we  freely  confess 
The  bible  all  books  does  out-shine  ; 
But  Jesus  hi*  person  and  grate, 
Affords  it  that  hiFtre  divire. 

2  In  every  prophe'ical  book 

Where  God  his  decrees  hath  unseal'd, 
With  joy  we  behold  as  we  look, 
The  wonderful  Saviour  reveal'd  ; 
His  glories  project  to  the  eye, 
^nd  prove  it  was  not  his  design, 
Those  glories  concealed  should  lie, 
But  there  in  full  majesty  shine. 

3  The  first  gracious  promise  to  man. 
A  blessed  prediction  appears. 

His  work  is  the  soul  of  the  plan, 
And  gives  it  the  glory  it  wears. 
How  cheering  the  truih  must  have  been, 
That  Jesus  the  promised  seed, 
Should  triump  o'er  Satau.and  sin, 
And  hell  in  captivity  lead  1 

4  The  ancient  Levitical  law, 
Was  prophecy  after  its  kind  ; 

In  types  there  the  faithfe.  foresaw 
The  Saviour  that  ransom'd  mankind. 
The  altar,  the  Lamb,  and  the  priest, 
The  blood  that  was  sprinkled  of  old, 
Had  life  when  the  people  could  taste 
The  blessings  those  shadows  foretold. 


Representations  of  Christ.-  145 

5  Review  each  prophetical  song 
Which  shines  in  predictions  rich  train, 
The  sweetest  to  Jesus  belong, 

Anil  point  out  his  sufferings  and  reign  ; 
Sure  David  his  harp  never  strung 
With  more  or*  true  sacred  delight, 
Than  when  of  the  Saviour  he  sung, 
And  he  was  reyealM  to  his  sight. 

6  May  Jesus 'more  precious  become — > 
His  word  be  a  lamp  to  our  feet, 
WThile  we  in  this  wilderness  roam, 
"Till  brought  in  his  presence  to  meet. 
Then,  then  will  we  gaze  on  thy  face, 
Our  Prophet,  our  Priest,  and  our  King  ; 
Recount  all  thy  wonders  of  grace, 
,Tby  praises  eternally  sing. 

145.     Tune  Argyle. 
From  Hymn  87,  New  Collection. 
What  think  ye  of  Christ. 
\  "TILTH AT  think  ye  or  Christ  ?  is  the  test. 
f  f      To    try    both   your    state   and   youi 
scheme  ; 
You  cannot  be  right  in  the  rest, 
Unless  you  think  rightly  of  him. 
How  does  he  appear  in  youi  view, 
Is  he  your  beloved  or  not  ; 
Think  how  he's-  disposed  to  you, 
For  mercy  or  wrath  is  your  lot. 
-3  Some  take  him  a  creature  to  be, 
A  man,  or  an  angel  at  most  ; 
Sure  these  havefet  feelings  like  me, 
Nor  know  themselves  wretched  and  los 
So  guilty,  so  helpless  am  1, 
I  durst  not  confide  in  his  blood, 
Nor  on  bis  protection  rely, 
jQnless  I  were  sure  he  is  God. 


46  Characters  ami 

\   Some  call  him  a  Saviour  in  word, 
But  mix  their  own  works  with  the  plan  ; 
And  hope  he  his  help  will  afford, 
When  they  have  done  all  that  they  can. 
If  doings  prove  rather  too  light, 
(A  little  they  own  they  may  fail) 
They  purpose  to  make  up  full  weight, 
By  casting  bis  name  in  the  scale. 

-   Some  stile  him  the  pearl  of  great  price. 
And  say  he's  the  fountain  of  joys  ; 
Yet  feed  upon  folly  and  vice, 
And  cleave  to  the  world  and  its  toys  ; 
Like  Judas  the  Saviour  they  kiss, 
And  while  they  salute  him,  betray  ; 
Ah  !   what  will  profession  like  this 
Avail  in  that  terrible  day. 

>  If ask'd  what  of  Jesus  I  think  ? 
Though  still  my  best  thoughts  are  but  poor, 
I  say  he's  my  meat  and  my  drink, 
My  life,  and  my  strength  and  nay  store  ; 
My  shepherd,  my  husband,  my  friend, 
My  Saviour  from  sin  and  from  thrall  ; 
Mv  hope  from  beginning  to  end, 
My  portion,  my  Lord  and  my  all. 
146.  Short  Metre. 
From  Hymn  98,  New  Collection. 
I  am  the  va;/9  and  the  truf.h>  and  the  life. 

L   IT  AM,  saith  Christ,  the  way; 
I     Ng\v  if  we  credit  him, 
Ail  other  paths  must  lead  astny, 
How  fair  soe'er  they  seem. 

I  I  am,  saith  Christ,  the  truth  : 
Then  all  that  lacks  this  test, 
Proceed  it  from  an  angel's  month. 
Is  but  a  lie  at  best. 


Representations  of  Christ.  1 4-t 

I  am,  saith  Christ,  the  life  : 
Let  this  be  seen  by  faith. 
It  follows,  without  further  strife, 

That  all  beside  is  death. 
If  what  those  words  aver 
The  Holy  Ghost  apply, 
The  simplest  christian  shall  not  err. 

Nor  be  deceived,  nor  die. 
147.    Particular  Metre.  Tune  2V«?  Milfom. 
From  I,  W.  Book  l,Hymn  150.  '.. 
TOiN  all  the  glorious  names 
I    Of  wisdom,  love,  and  pow'r, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 
That  angels  ever  bore  : 
All  are  too  mean 
To  speak  his  worth, 
Too  mean  to  set 
My  Saviour  forth. 
2  But  O,  what  gentle  terms 
What  condescending  ways 
Doth  our  Redeemer  use, 
To  teach  his  heavn'iy  grace  1 
Mine  eyes  with  joy 
And  wonder  see 
What  forms  of  love 
He  bears  for  me. 
( Array'd  in  mortal  fleshy 
He  like  an  angel  stands, 
And  holds  the  promises 
And  pardons  in  his  hands. 
Commissioned  from 
His  Father's  throne  ; 
To  make  his  grace 
To  mortals  known,) 
'Great  -p^^j&het  ef  my  Goo: , 


1 13  Character*  and 

My  tongue  would  bless  thy  name  ; 
By  thee  the  joyful  news 
Of  our  salvation  came  : 

The  joyful  news 

Of  sins  forgiv'n, 

Of  hell  subdu'd, 

And  peace  with  heav'n. 

5  (Be  thou  my  counseiior, 
My  pattern  and  my  guide  *, 
And  through  this  desart  land 
Still  keep  me  near  thy  side, 

O  let  my  feet, 
Ne'er  run  astray, 
Nor  rove,  nor  seek 
The  crooked  way  ! 

6  (I  love  my  shepherd's  voice, 
His  watchful  eyes  shall  keep 
My  wand'ring  soul  among 
The  thousonds  of  his  sheep. 

He  feeds  his  iiock, 
He  calls  their  names, 
His  bosom  bears 
The  tender  lambs. 

7  (To  this  dear  Surety's  hand 
Will  I  commit  my  cause  ; 
He  answers  and  fulfils 

His  Father's  broken  laws. 

Behold  my  soul 

At  freedom  set ! 

My  surety  paid 

The  dreadful  deb*-. 
S   (Jesus,  my  great  High-Priest, 
Offer'd  his  blood  and  dy'd  ; 
My  guilty  conscience  seeks 
No  sacrilice  beside. 


Representations  of  Chrisi-'.  ■  1  4T 

His  pow'riui  blood 

Did  once  atone ; 

And  now  it  pleads 

Before  the  throne. 
(My  Advocate  appears 
Fcr  my  defence  onliigh  ; 
T^e  Father  bows  his  cars, 
And  lays  his  thunder  by. 

Not  all  that  hell 

Or  sin  can  say, 

Shall  turn  his  heart, 

His  love  away, 

10  (My  dear  almighty  Lord, 
My  Conqu'ror  and  ttiv  King, 
My  sceptre  and  my  sword, 
Thy  reigning  grace  I  sing. 

Thine  is  the  pow'r  ; 
Behold  I  sit 
.In  willing  bonds 
Beneath  thy  feet. 

11  (Now  let  my  soul  arise, 
And  tread  the  tempter  down  ; 
My  Captain  leads  me  forth 
To  conquest  and  a  crown. 

A  feeble  saint 

Shall  win  the  day. 

Though  de^th  and  hell 

Obstruct  the  way. 
\%  (Should  all  the  hosts  of  death; 
And  pow'rs  of  hell  unknown, 
Put  their  most  dreadful  forms 
Of  rage  and  mischief  on  ; 

I  shall  be  safe, 

2"or  Christ  displays 

Superior  pow'r, 

'  ■><?  guardian  graced 


148,149  The  influence* and 

The    influences  and  graces  of  the 
Spirit. 

3  48.  Long  Metre. 

From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  207. 

The  leadings  of  the  Spirit.     Rom.  viii.  14. 

1  /^lOME,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove^ 
\_y    With  light  aad  comfort  from  above, 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide, 
O'er  every  thought  and  «=tep  preside. 

2  Conduct  us  safe,  conduct  us  far 
From  every  sin  and  hurtful  snare  ; 
Lead  to  thy  word  that  rules  must  give, 
Ahd  teach  us  lessons  how  to  live. 

3  The  light  of  truth  to  us  display, 

And  make  us  know  and  chuse  thy  way  ; 
Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 
That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

4  Lead  us  to  holiness  the  road 

That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God  ; 
Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  way, 
Nor  let  us  from  his  pastures  stray. 

5  Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  rest, 
Jn  his  enjoyment  to  be  bless'd  ; 
Lead  us  to  heaven,  the  seat  of  bliss, 
Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is. 

149.  Long  Metre. 

From  J.  R  s.  Selection,  Hymn  208. 

The  Spirit's  influence,  compared  to  living  water. 

John  iv.  10. 
1   TTJLESS'D  Jesus  source  of  grace  divine, 
Jt§    What    soul   refreshing    streams    arc 

thine ! 
O  bring  these  healing  waters  nig-h- 


Graces  of  the  Spirit.  1  50 

Or  we  must  droop,  and  fall,  and  die. 
No  traveller  thro'  desert  lands, 
'Midst  schorching  suns  and  burning  sands, 
Mce  needs  the  current  to  obtain, 
Or  to  enjoy  refreshing  rain. 
Our  longing  souls  aloud  would  sing. 
Spring  up,  celestial  fountain,  spring  ; 
To  a  redundant  river  flow, 
And  cheer  this  thirsty  land  below. 
|-t  May  this  blest  torrent  near  my  side 
Thro'  all  the  desert  gently  glide  ; 
Then  in  Immanuel's land  above;    ' 
Spread  to  a  sea  of  joy  and  love  i 

150.   Tune  Chatham. 
From  Hymn  43,  J^ew  Collection, 
Ye  must  be  borne  again. 

1  A   WAK'D  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 

j\    My  soul  in  guilt  and  thrall  was  found* 

I  knew  not  where  to  go  ; 
O'erwhelm'd  with  guilt  and  anguish  slain, 
The  sinner  must  be  borne  again, 
Or  sink  to  endless  woe. 

2  Amaz'd  I  stood,  and  could  not  tell, 
Which  way  to  shun  the  pains  of  hell, 

For  death  and  hell  drew  near  ; 
I  strove  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Still  sounded  in  my  ear.  .       . 

3  Then  to  the  law,  1  trembling  fled. 
It  pour'd  its  curses  on  my  head, 

I  no  relief  could  find  : 
This  fearful  truth  renew'd  my  pain* 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
O'erwhelm'd  my  tortur'd  mind, 
t      Again  did  Sinai's  thunder  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  sou!, 


1 5  I  The  if/JIuensts  att& 

A  vast  !  enormous  load.. 
Alas  !  I  read  and  saw  it  plain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

5  I  heard  the  saints  in  raptures  tell, 
How  Jesus  conquer'd  death  and  hel!, 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare  ; 
But  still  J  found  this  truth  remain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again. 

Or  sink  in  deep  despair. 

6  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 
The  blessed  Jesus  pass'd  that  way, 

I  felt  his  pity  move  ; 
The  sinner  by  his  justice,  slain, 
Now  by  free  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

7  Toheav'n  the  joyful  tidings  flew., 
The  angels  tun'd  their  harps  anew, 

And  higher  notes  did  raise  ; 
All  hail  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain; 
Unnumber'd  millions  born  again, 
Will  shout  his  endless  praise. 

151.  Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  212. 
A  propitious  gate  longed  Jor. 
1      AT  anchor  laid  remote  from  home, 
^LM^  Toiling,  I  cry, '  Sweet  Spirit,  come 

*  Celestial  breeze  no  longer  stay, 

*  But  swell  my  sails  and  speed  my  way! 
9  *  Fain  would  1  mount,  fain  would  I  glow, 

4  And  loose  my  cable  from  below  : 

1  But  I  can  only  spread  my  sail  : 

"  Thou,  thou   must  breathe  th'  auspicioi 


Graces  of  the  Spirit ,  &c,       1 52a  IBM* 
152,  Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  2l6\ 
\h~rine    drawings    celebrated ;      or,  gratitude-  the 
Spring  of  true  Religion.     Hosea  xi.  4. 
TO  M~Y  God,  what  silken  cords  are  thine  ? 
]   _1_tJL  How  soft  and  yet  how  strong  ? 
While  power,  and  truth,  and  love  combine 

To  draw  our  souls  along. 
Thou  saw'st  uscrush'd  beneath  the  yoke 

Of  Satan  and  of  sin  : 
Thy  hand  the  iron  bondage  broke, 
Our  worthless  hearts  to  win. 
!   The  guilt  of  twice  ten  thousand  sins 
One  moment  takes  away  ; 
And  grsce,  when  first  the  war  begins, 
Secures  the  crowning  day, 
l  Comfort  thro'  all  this  vale  of  tears 
In  rich  profusion  flows, 
And  glory  of  unnumbered  years 
Eternity  bestows. 
I  Drawn  by  such  cords  we  onward  move* 
'Till  round  thy  throne  we  meet  ; 
And  captives  in  the  chains  of  love, 
Embrace  our  Conqueror's  feet. 


T[he  graces  of  the  Holy  Spirit. 

1  53.  Long  Metre. 

From  I.  W.  Psalm  51,  Part  3. 

rhe  backslider  restored;   or,   repentance  and  faith, 

in  the  blood  of  Christ . 

OThou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry. 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie. 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  lock, 
But  blot  their  .mem'ry  from  thy  book. 


154  T'lt  grcicts  of  the  holt/  Spirit. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 

And  fornvjny  soul  averse  to  sin  ; 

Let  thy  £Oocl  spirit  ne'er -depart, 

Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 
8   I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Cast  out  and  banish 'd  from  thy  sight ; 

Thine  holy  joys,  my  God  restore, 

And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 
4  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  spirit,  Lord, 

Thy  help  and  comfort  still  afford. 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 

To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 
r,   A  broken  heart  my  God,  my  King, 

Is  all  the  saciifice  I  bring  ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 

A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

6  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just  : 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  umde  rcin'd  to  die. 

7  Then  will  i  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sov'reign  grace  ;, 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pard'ning  God. 

8  O  may  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song  : 
And  all  my  pow'rs  shall  join  to  bless 
The  Lord  my  strength  and  righteousness. 

154.  Common  Metre. 
From  1.  W.  Psal.  51,  Part  2. 
Repentance  and  faith  in  the  blood  of  Christ. 
1   {~\  GOD  of  mercy  hear  my  call, 
V^/   My  loads  of  guilt  remove. 
Break  down  ti.is  separating  wali 

That  ba*\s  me  from  thy  love  I 


The  Graces  of  the  holy  Spirit.  l&> 

Give  me  the  presence  of  thy  grace, 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  speak  aloud  thy  righteousness, 

And  make  thy  praise  my  song. 
No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifer  slain 

For  sin  could  e'er  atone  : 
The  death  of  Christ  shall  still  remain 

Sufficient  and  alone 
A  soul  opprest  with  sins  desert 

My  God  will  ne'er  despise  ; 
A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart 
Is  our  best  sacrifice. 

155.  Short  Metre. 

From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  217. 

Faith,  its  author  andpreciousness.  Eph.  ii.  g. 

FAITH  !  'tis  a  precious  grace, 
Where'er  it  is  bestow'd  ! 
It  boasts  of  a  celestial  birth, 

And  is  the  gift  of  God  ! 

Jesus  it  owns  a  king, 

An  all-atoning  priest, 
It  claims  no  merit  of  its  own, 

But  looks  for  all  in  Christ. 

To  him  it  leads  the  soul, 

When  fill'd  with  deep  distress ; 
Flies  to  the  fountain  of  his  blood. 

And  trusts  his  righteousness. 

Since  'tis  thy  work  alor  e, 

And  that  divinely  fr<  e  ; 
Lord,  send  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son, 

Tg  work  this  faith  in  me. 


1,5.6,  15/    The  graces  of  the  haly  Spirit; 

156.  Long  Metre. 

From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  219. 

The  struggle  btrween  jaith  and  unbelief.    Mark  ix* 

24. 

1  TFSUS,  our  souls  delightful  choice, 
J   In  thee,  believing  we  rejoice  : 
let  still  our  joy  is  mix'd  with  £iief, 
While  faith  contends  with  unbelief- 

2  Thy  promises  our  hearts  rewyej 
And  keep  our  fainting  hopes  alive  ; 
But  v\uiit,  and  fears,  and  sorrows  rise, 
And  wide  the  promise  horn  our  eyes. 

3  O  let  not  sin  and  Satan  boast, 

While      intslie  mourniugin  the  dwst  } 

Nor  sec  that  faith  to  ruin  brought, 

Which  thy  own  gracious  hand  hath  wrought 

4  Dp  thou  the  dying  spark  inflame  ; 
Reveal  the  glories  of  thy  name  ; 
And  put  all  anxious  doubts  to  flight, 
As  shades  dispersed  by  opening  light. 

157.   TuneS*.  P<Urs. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  222. 
Fnith   Con<iuering. 
i    r  |  ^  H E  moment  a  sinner  believes, 
X      And  trusts  in  his  crucify'd  God, 
His  pardon  at  once  he  receives. 

Redemption  in  full  thro'  his  blood  :• 
Tho'  thousands  and  thousands  of  foes 

Against  him  in  malice  unite, 
Their  rage  he,  thro'  Christ,  can  oppose?- 
Led  forth  by  the  Spirit  to  fight. 
2  The  faith  that  unites  to  the  Lamb, 
And  brings  such  salvation  as  this, 
Is  more  than  mere  notion  or  name, 


The  graces  of  the  holy  Spirit.  158 

A  principle,  active,  and  young, 

That  lives  under  pressure  and  load  ; 
That  makes  out  of  weakness  more  strong  > 

And  drag's  the  soul  upward  to  God. 

3  It  treads  on  the  world  and  on  hell, 

It  vanquishes  death  and  despair  ; 
And  O  let  us  wonder  to  tell, 

It  overcomes  heaven  by  prayers- 
Permits  a  vile  worm  of  the  dust, 

With  God  to  commune  as  a  friend  ; 
To  hope  his  forgiveness  as  just, 

And  look  for  his  love  to  the  end. 

4  It  says  to  the  mountains, '  depart,' 

That  stand  betwixt  God  and  the  soul  j 
It  binds  up  the  broken  in  heart, 

And  makes  wounded  consciences  whole  f 
Bids  sins  of  a  crimson -like  dye 

Be  spotless  as  snow  and  as  white  ] 
And  raises  the  sirftier  on  high, 

To  dwell  with  the  angels  of  light. 

158.  Short  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  22C 
TVtak  ielievers  encouraged. 
\  "'^ST'OUR  harps,  ye  trembling sainfs, 
_JL     Down  from  the  willows  tuke  ; 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  Christ  our  Lord 
Bid  every  string  awake. 
3-      Tho'  in  a  foreign  land, 

We  are  not  far  from  home  ; 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above, 
We  every  moment  come. 
3       Kis  grace  shall  to  the  end 
Stronger  and  brighter  shine  ; 
Northings  present,  nor  things  to  coir** 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 


1-&9  The  graees  of  the  holy  Spirit. 

4       The  tim-e  of  love  will  come, 
When  we  shall  clearly  see 
Not  only  that  he  shed  his  blood, 
But  each  shall  say,  for  me. 
3        Tarry  his  leisure  then, 
Wait  the  appointed  hour  ; 
Wait  till  the  bridegroom  of  your  souls 
Reveal  his  love  with  power. 
6       Blest  is  the  man,  O  God, 
That  stays  himself  on  thee  ! 
Who  waits  for  thy  salvation  Lord, 
Shall  thy  salvation  see. 

159.  Common  Metre. 

From  I.  W.  Book  I,  Hymn  120. 

Faith  of  thincrs  unseeru  Heb.  xi.  1 .  3,  8,  19. 

1  Mj\  VlTH  is  the  brightest  evidence 
JO    Of  things  beyond  our  sight, 
Breaks  thro'  the  clouds  of  flesh  and  sense. 

And  dwells  in  heavenly  light ; 

2  It  sets  times  past  in  present  view, 

Brings  distant  prospects  home, 
Of  things  a  thousand  years  ago, 
Or  thousand  years  to  come. 

3  Bv  faith  we  know  the  worlds  were  made 

By  God's  almighty  word  ; 
Abra'm  to  unknown  countries  led, 
By  faith  obey'd  the  Lord. 

4  He  sought  a  city  far  on  high  : 

Built  by  th'  eternal  hands  : 
A  ad  faith  assures  us,  though  we  die, 
That  heavenly  building  stands. 


Fear.      Fortitude.  lgO,  16. 

Fear. 

160.  Common  Metre. 

From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  227. 

Fear  of  God.   Prov   xiv*.  26. 

HAPPY  beyond  description  he 
Who  fears  the  Lord  his  God  ; 
Who  hears  his  threat  with  holy  awe, 

And  trembles  at  his  rod. 
Fear,  sacred  passion,  ever  dwells 

With  its  fair  partner,  love  ; 
Blending  their  beauties,  both  proclaim, 

Their  source  is  from  above. 
Let  terrors  fright  the  unwilling  slave, 

The  child  with  joy  appears  ; 
Cheerful  he  does  his  Father's  will, 

And  loves  as  much  as  fears. 
Let  fear  and  love,  most  holy  God  I 

Possess  this  soul  of  mine, 
Then  shall  I  worship  thee  aright, 
And  taste  thy  joys  divine. 


Fortitude, 

161.  Common  Metre. 

From  J.  Pt's.  Selection,  Hymn  228. 

Holj/  Fortitude    1  Cor.  xvi.  13. 

AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause^ 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 
Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies, 

On  flowery  beds  of  ea=e  ; 
Whils  others  fought  to  win  the  prizc^ 
And  sail'd  thro'  bloodv  seas  ? 


lt«  Hope. 

3'  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face^ 
Must  1  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ! 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints  in  all  this  g  orious  war, 

Shall  conquer  tho'  they  die  ; 

They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 

And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  ri§e, 

And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  thro'  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 


Hof 


be. 


162.    TtinejM&e'j  Tmmp 

From  J    R's.  Selection,  Hymn  232. 

Hoping  and  longing.     Num.  xiii.  30.    Deut.  iii. 

25. 

1  f^\  OME,  Lord,  and  help  us  to  rejoice, 
\_J  Jn  hope  that  we  shall  hear  thy  voice, 

Shall  one  day  see  our  God  ; 
Shall  cease  from  all  our  painful  strife, 
Handle  and  taste  the  word  of  life, 

And  feel  the  sprinkled  blood. 

2  Let  us  not  always  make  our  moan, 
Nor  worship  thee,  a  God  unknown  ; 

But  let  us  live  to  prove 
Thy  people's  rest,  thy  saints  delight, 
The  length  and  breadth,  the  depth  and  height* 

Of  thy  redeeming  love. 


Hope.  1 63 

Rejoicing  now  in  earnest  hope, 
We  stand,  and  from  the  mountain  top 

See  all  the  land  below  1 
Rivers  of  milk  and  honey  ri<e, 
And  all  the  fruits  of  paradise 

In  endless  plenty  grow  ; 
A  land  of  corn,  and  wine,  and  oil, 
Favor'd  with  God's  peculiar  smile, 

With  ev'ry  blessing  blest : 
There  dwells  the  Lord  our  righteousness. 
And  keeps  his  own  in  perfect  peace 
And  everlasting  rest. 
5r  O  when  shall  we  at  once  go  up, 
Nor  this  side  Jordan  longer  stop, 

But  the  good  land  possess  : 
When  shall  we  end  our  lingering  years, 
Our  sorrows,  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears, 
An  howling  wilderness  ? 
f  O  dearest  Joshua,  bring  us  in, 
Display  thy  grace,  forgive  our  sin, 

Our  unbeSief  remove  : 
The  heavenly  Canaan,  Lord,  divide? 
And  O,  with  all  the  sanctify'd, 
Give  us*  a  lot  of  love  '. 

163.  Common  Metre. 

From  I.  W.  Psal.  42,  Part  1. 

Desertion  and  hope  ;  or,  complaint  of  absence  from 

public  worship. 

1  "¥^7TTH  earnest  longings  of  the  mind, 

\  T     My  God  to  thee  I  look  : 

So  pants  the  hunted  heart  to  find, 

And  taste  the  cooling  brook. 

2  When  shall  I  see  thy  courts  of  grace* 

And  meet  my  God  again  ? 

So  long  an  absence  from  thy  face 

My  heart  endures  with  pt " 


>ai 


Vo-i  Hope, 

$  Temptations  vex  my  weary  s.oul, 
And  tears  are  my  repast ; 
hj  toe  insults  without  controul, 

■"  And  where  &  your  God  at  last  ?'*- 

4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleasure  now 

I  <hink  on  ancient  days  : 
Then  to  thy  house  did  numbers  go, 
And  a  1  our  work  was  praise. 

5  Bat  why  my  sou1,  sunk  down  so  far 

Beneath  this  heavy  load  | 
My  spirit,  why  indulge  despair, 
And  sin  against  my  God  ? 
G  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whose  mighty  hand 
Can  all  thy  woes  remove  ; 
For  I  *mall  yet  before  him  stand, 
And  sing  restoring  love. 

164.  Long  Metre. 
From  I. AV.  Book  1,  Hymn  88. 
JLife  the   day  of  grace  and  hope.   Eccl.  ix.    4,  i 
6,   10. 

1  "    "    1FE  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 

1  A  The  timet'  insure  the  great  reward- 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  bum, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  [Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  giv'n 
To  'scape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heav'n  j» 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  biessings  of  the  day.] 

3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die, 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  ; 
Their  mti;/i  y  and  their  sense  is  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown.] 

4  [The  r  hat;    a  and  their  Jove  is  lost, 
Their  envy  buryV  in  the  dust  ; 
They  have  no  share  in  all  that's  dona 

JVneath  the  circuit  of  the  sun/] 


Hope.  165,166 

Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands  with  all  your  might  pursue, 
Since  no  device,  nor  work  is  found, 
Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 
There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  past 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste, 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 

165.     Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  1,  Hymn  139- 
lope  in  the  covenant  ;  or,  God*s  promise  and  truth 
unchangeable.  Heb.  vi.  17 — 19. 
TTjr  O W  oft  hath  sin  and  Satan  strove 
'A  JL  To  rend  my  soul  from  (nee  my  God  ! 
But  everlasting  is  thy  love, 
And  Jesus  seals  it  with  his  blood. 
The  oath  and  promise  of  the  Lord 
Join  to  confirm  the  wond'rous  grace  j 
Eternal  pow'r  performs  the  word, 
And  fills  ail  heav'n  with  endless  praise. 
3   Amidst  temptations  sharp  and  long, 
My  soul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies  ; 
Hope  is  my  anchor,  firm  and  strong, 
While  tempests  blow  and  billows  rise. 
The  gospel  bears  my  spirit  up : 
A  faithful  and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope, 
In  oaths,  and  promises,  and  blood. 

166,     Common  Metre. 

From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  234. 

Mvppy  poverty;  or  the  poor  in  spirit  bksstd.  Matt  \ 

iv.  8. 
j   TTE  humble  souls  complain  no  more, 
JL     Let  faith  survey  your  future  store  j 
How  happy,  how  divinely  blest, 
The  sacred  words  of  truth  attest. 


1 67  Hope, 

2  When  conscious  grief  aments  sincere; 
And  pours  the  penitential  '.ear  ; 
Hope  points  to-  your  dejected  eyes, 
The  bright  reversion  in  the  skies. 

3  In  vain  the  sons  of  wealth  and  pride 
Despite  your  lot  pour  hoptes  deride  : 
In  vain  they  boast  their  little  stores, 
Trifle!- are  theirs,  a  jdngdom  yours  :— - 

4  A  kingdom  of  immense  d-Jight, 
Where  health,  and  peace,  and  jov  unite  ; 
Where  in  declining  pleasures  rise, 
And  every  y/ish  hath  full  supplies  : 

5  A  kingdom  which  can  ne'er  decay,  * 
While  time  sweeps  earthly  thrones  away  : 
The  state  which  power  and  truth  sustain,. 
Unmov'd  forever  must  remain. 

6  There  shall  your  eyes  with  rapture  view 
The  glorious  friend  that  dy'd  for  you  : 
That  dy'd  to  ransom,  dy'd  to  raise 

To  crowns  of  joy,  and  songs  of  prais£. 
?  Jesus  to  thee  I  breathe  my  prayer, 
Reveal,  confirm  my  interest  there  ? 
Whate'er  my  humble  lot  below, 
This,  this  my  soul  desires  to  know  1 
8   O  let  me  hear  that  voice  divine 

Pronounce  the  glorious  blessing  mine.  4 
Enroll'd  among  thy  happy  poor, 
My  largest  wishes  ask  no  more. 
167.  Common  Metre. 
From  1.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  6$. 
The  hope  of  heaven  our  mpvort  under  trials  upq 

earth, 
I   X1KTHEN  I  can  read  my  title  cleat 
ff      To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 


Humility.  lofr 

Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurl'd, 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage. 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 
Let  cares  like  a  wild  dtluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall  : 
May  1  but  safely  reach  my  home, 

My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all  : 
There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 

Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

Humility. 

168.    Common  Metre. 

From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  235. 

Humble  pkadingsfor  mercij. 

1  t  °ftD'  attliy feet  we  s*nners  lie» 

I  j  And  knock  at  mercy's  door  ; 
With  heavy  heart  and  downcast  eye, 
Thy  favour  we  implore. 

2  [On  us  the  vast  extent  display 

Of  thy  forgiving  love  ; 
Take  all  our  heinous  guilt  away, 
This  heavy  load  remove. 

3  We  sink  with  all  this  weight  oppress' d, 

Sink  down  to  death  and  >.dl ; 
O  give  our  troubled  spirits  rest, 
.  Our  numerous  fears  dispel. 

4  'Tis  mercy,  mercy,  we  implore, 

O  may  thy  bowels  move  1 
Thy  grace  is  an  exhaustless  store3 

And  thou  thyself  art  love. 
O,  fur  thy  own,  for  Jesus4  sake, 


i69;  1/0  Humility. 

Our  many -sins  forgive  ! 
Thy  grace  our  rocky  hearts  can  break, 
And  breaking  soon  relieve. 
6  Thus  melt  us  down,  thus  make  us  bend, 
And  thy  dominion  own  ; 
Nor  let  a  rival  more  pretend. 
To  reposses  thy  throne. 

I69.   Tune  JVewark, 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  237, 
A  prayer  for  Humility. 
i.  ~¥~    ORB,  if  thou  thy  grace  impart, 
1  4  Poor  in  spirit,  meek  in  heart, 
I  shall  as  my  Master  be, 
Rooted  in  Humility. 

2  Simple,  teachable,  and  mild, 
Chang'd  into  a  little  child, 
Pleas'ri  with  all  the  Lord  provides, 
WeanM  from  all  the  world  beside? 

3  Father,  fix  my  soul  on  thee  ; 
Every  evil  let  me  flee  ; 
Nothing  want  beneath,  above, 
Happy  in  thy  precious  love- 

4  O  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Every  good  in  Jesus  join'd? 
Him  let  Israel  still  adori, 

Trust  him,  praise  him,  evermore, 
170.  Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  1,  Hymn  102. 
The  beatitudes.  Matt.  v.  2 — 12. 

1  TTJl-F^T  are  the  humble  souls  that  see 
JL5   Their  emptiness  and  poverty  ; 
Treasures  of  grace  to  them  are  giv'n, 
And  crowns  01  joy  laid  up  in  heav'n. 

2  Blest  arc  the  men  ef  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  sin  with  inward  smart ; 


Humility.  IJl 

The  Wood  of  Christ  divinely  flows 
A  healing  balm  for  ail  their  woes. 

3  B!est  are  the  meek,  who  stand  afar 
From  rage  and  pashion,  noise  and  war  : 
God  will  secure  their  happy  state, 
And  plead  their  cause  against  the  great, 

4  Blest  are  the  souls  that  thirst  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteousness  ; 
They  shall  be  well  supply'd,  and  fed 
With  living  streams  and  living  bread. 

5  Blest  are  the  men  whose  bowels  move 
And  melt  with  sympathy  and  love  ; 
From  Christ  the  Lord  shall  they  obtain 
Like  sympathy  and  love  again. 

6  idlest  are  the  pure  whose  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  pow4r,of  sin  ;       , 
With  endless  pleasure  they  shull  see 

A  God  of  spotless  parity. 

7  Blest 'are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  strife  ? 
They  shall  be  calhcl  the  heirs  of  bliss, 
The  sons  of  God,  the  God  of  peace. 

9  Blest  are  the  suff'rers  who  paitake 
Of  pain  and  shame  for  Jesus'  sake  ; 
Their  souls  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord  j 
Giory  and  joy  are  their  reward. 
171.  Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W\Psal.  131. 
Humility  and  submission. 
1   TTS  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 
I    Search,  gracious  God,  and  see  ; 
Or  do  1  act  a  haughty  part  I 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 
%  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  still. 
And  all  my  carriage  mild  ; 


1 72,  1 73  Joy  and  Rejoicing. 

Content,  my  Father,  witti  thy  will, 
And  peaceful  as  a  child, 
S  The  patient  soul,  the  lowly  mind, 
Sua.il  have  a  large  reward  : 
Let  saints  in  sorrow  lie  resign'd, 
And  trust  a  faithful  Lord. 

joy  and  Rejoicing. 

im.  Short  Metre, 

From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  23$, 

Pi  inirfrr?  in  thewaus  nf  God.  Psalm  cxxx.viii.  *, 

1  TWT^W  'et  °u"  voices  join 
_£H     To  form  a  sacred  song  ; 
Ye  pilgrims  in  Jehovah's  ways 

With  music  pass  along. 

2  How  straight  the  path  appears, 
How  open  and  how  fair  1 

No  lurking  gins  t'  emrap  our  fett ; 
No  fierce  destroyer  there. 

3  But  flowers  of  paradise 
In  rich  profusion  spring  ; 

The  sun  of  glory  gilds  the  path^ 
And  dear  companions  sing. 

4  See  Salem's  golden  spires 
In  beauteous  prospect  rise  ; 

And  brighter  crowns  than  mortals  wear, 
Which  sparkle  thro'  the  skies. 

5  All  honor  to  his  name, 
Who  marks  the  shining  way  ; 

To  him.  who  Lads  the  wanderers  on 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 
173.   Long  Metre. 
From  J.  W.  Psalm  8  4.   Part  2. 
(7,  d  and  his  church;  or,  grace  oud  glory. 
\    g~\  '(EAT  God  attend  while  Sion  sings 
\JJf  The  joy  \  Hfet  f»  t  m  thy  presence  spring" 
To  sj>cnd  ene  clay  with  tr.ee  on  er.rtiv 


Joy  and  Rejoicing.  1  ?£ 

lixceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 
Q  Might  1  enjoy  the  meanest  place, 
Within  thy  house,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  ease  nor  thrones  of  power 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  Cod  is  our  sun,  he  makes  our  day  ; 
God  is  our  shield,  he  guards  our  way^ 
From  all  th'  assaults  of  heil  and  sin, 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too  5 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  spuls. 

5  O  God,  our  King,  whose  sovereign  sway 
The  glorious  host  of  heav'n  obey, 
And  devils  at  thy  presence  flee, 

Blest  is  the  man  that  trusts  in  thee. 

174.  Common  Metre. 

From  1.  W.  Psal.  84. 

DfrUght  in  ordinances  of  tiorship  ;   or,  God  present 

in  his  churches. 

1  "]%  NTY  soul  how  lovely  is  the  place 
JlV JL    ^°  which  thy  God  resorts  1 
rf  is  heav'n  to  see  his  smiling  facei 

Tho'  in  his  earthly  courts. 

2  There  the  great  monarch  of  the  skies 

His  saving  pow'r  displays, 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 
With  kind  a»r*  quick'ning  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heavenly  Dove 

Descends  and  fills  the  place. 
While  Christ  reveals  his  word  rous  love, 
And  sheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 

The  secrets  of  thy  will  : 
And  still  we  seek  thy  mercies  there* 
And  sing  thy  praises  still. 


173  joy  and  Rejoicing. 

fAUSK. 

y  My  heart  and  flesh  cry  out  for  thee, 
Whilst  far  from  thine  abode  ; 
When  shall  I  trend  thy  courts  and  sec 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  I 

6  The  sparrow  builds  herself  a  nest, 

And  suffers  no  remove  ; 
O  make  me  like  the  sparrows  blest, 
To  dwcl  but  whc.e  I  love. 

7  To  sit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye. 

And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 
Excedsa  whole  eternity 
Employ'd  in  carnal  joys. 

8  Lord  at  thy  threshold  J  would  wait, 

While  Jesus  is  within, 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  state 
Among  the  tents  of  sin. 

9  Could  I  command  the  spacious  land, 

And  the  more  boundless  sea, 
For  one  blest  hour  at  thy  right  hand 
I'd  give  them  both  away. 

175.     Tulle  Warren. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  240. 
J?/-'.->Wi  <r  in  hope.  Isa.  xxxv.  10.  Luke   xii.23. 
i    /CHILDREN,  of  the  heavenly  King, 
\_y   As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing  ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glor  >us  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see 

3  O  ye  banish'd  seed  be  glad  I 
Christ  our  advocate  is  made  ; 
Us  to  save,  our  flesh  assumes, 

Brot^e/-  to  our  .souls  becomes 


Joy  and  Rejoicing', 
&  Shout,  ye  Htt'e  ffock,  and  blest, 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shaft  rest  ; 
There  your  seat  is  now  pr*  par'd. 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 
)  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son. 
Bids  you  undismayV  go  on. 
►  Lord  !  submissive  make  us  e;o, 
Gladly  leaving  ail  below  ; 
Only  thou  our  leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

1,76*.     Long  Metre. 
From  J-  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  244. 
One  thing  I ' biaio.  John  ix.  25.  Isaiah  iiv.  1  3 
EAR  Saviour,  make  me  wise  to  see 
My  sin  and  guilt  and  remedy  ; 
?Tis  said,  of  all  thy  blood  has  bought, 
"  They  shall  of  Israel's  God  be  taught/* 

2  Their  plague  of  heart  thy  people  know;. 
They  know  thy  name  and  trust  thee  too  ; 
They  know  the  gospel's  blissful  sound; 
The  paths  where  endless  joys  abound* 

3  They  know  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Theirs  is  eternal  life  begun  ; 
Unto  salvation  they  are  wise, 
Their  erace  shall  into  glorv  rise. 

4  Eut — ignorance  itself  am  I, 

Born  blind — estrang'd  from  thee  I  lie  ; 

0  Lord,  to  thee  I  humbly  own 

1  nothing  know  as  shouldbe  known. 
$  I  scarce  know  God,  or  Christ,  or  sin, 

My  foes  without,  or  plague  within  ; 
Know  not  my  interest,  Lord,  in  thee, 
In  pardon,  peace  or  liberty, 

5  But  help  me  to  declare  to*da)r, 

o2 


V: 


17 Y  Joy  and  Rejoicing. 

If  many  things  I  cannot  say, 
«'  One  thing  1  know" — all  praise  to  thee, 
*'  Tho'  blind  I  was,  jrst  now  see." 

\  77.  Common  Metre. 
From  Hymn  49,  New  Collection. 
Joy  in  the  Holy  Ghost. 
!    1\/1~Y  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord? 
J..Y  JL  My  spirit  cloth  rejoice 
In  God  my  Saviour  and  my  God, 
I  hear  hi?  joyful  voice. 

2  I  need  not  go  abroad  for  joy, 

Who  have  a  feast  at  home  ; 

My  sighs  are  turned  into  songjs, 

The  comforter  has  come. 

3  Down  from  above  the  blessed  dove 

Is  come  into  my  breast,    . 
To  witness  God's  eternal  love, 
This  is  my  heavenly  feast. 

4  This  makes  me  Abba  Father  cry, 

With  confidence  of  soul  ; 
It  makes  me  cry,  my  Lord,  my  God, 
And  that  without  controul. 
3  There  is  a  stream  that  issues  forth 
From  God's  eternal  throne, 
And  from  the  Lamb,  a  living  stream, 
Clear  as  the  chrystal stone. 

6  This  stream  doth  water  Paradise, 

It  makes  the  angels  sing  ; 
One  cordial  drop  revives  my  heart, 
Hence  all  my  joys  do  spring. 

7  Such  joys  as  are  unspeakable, 

And  full  of  glory  too  ; 
Such  hidden  manna,  hidden  pearls, 
A*  worldings  do  not  know. 

8  Lye  hath  not  seen,  nor  car  hath  heard, 

From  fancv  'tis  coaccaHd, 


Liberality' — !ure  to  God. 
What  thou  Lord  hast  laid  up  for  thine, 
And  hast  to  me  reveai'il. 

9  I  see  thy  face,  I  hear  thy  voice, 
I  taste  thy  sweetest  love  ; 

My  soul  doth  leap,  but  O  for  win^F, 
The  wings  of  Noah's  dove  ! 

10  Then  should  I  fly  far  hence  away, 

Leaving  this  world  of  sin  ; 
Then  should  my  Lord  put  foith  his  han*? 

And  kindly  take  me  in. 
il   Then  should  my  soul  with  angels  feast 

On  joys  that  always  last  ; 
Bless' d  be  my  God,  the  God  of  joy, 

W  ho  gives  me  here  a  taste. 

Liberality — love  to  God. 

178.  Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,   Hymn  148, 
Delight  in  God.    Psalm  xxxvii.  4. 
\    f~^  LORD, 1  would  delight  in  thee, 
\J   And  on  thy  care  depend  ; 
To  thee  in  every  trouble  flee, 
My  best,  my  only  friend. 

2  When  all  created  streams  are  dry'd, 

Thy  fullness  is  the  same  ; 
May  1  with  this  be  satisfy'd, 
And  glory  in  thy  name  ! 

3  Why  should  the  soal  a  drop  bemoan^ 

Who  has  a  fountain  near, 
A  fountain  which  will  ever  run 
With  waters  sweet  and  clear, 

4  No  good  in  creatures  can  be  found, 

But  may  be  found  in  thee  ; 
I  must  have  all  things  and  abound, 
W7hile  God  is  Ged  to  me. 
3  O  that  I  had  a  stronger  faith 
T    look  within  the  veil, 


17*9,  180       hihraUh;*r-lo-se  to  God. 
To  credit  what  my  Saviour  saith, 
Whose  word  can  never  fail  I 

6  He  that  has  made  my  heaven  secure, 

Will  here  all  good  provide  ; 
While  Christ  is  rich  can  I  be  poor. 
Who  am  his  much  lov'd  bride  ! 

7  O  Lord,  I  cast  my  care  on  thee.. 

I  triumph  and  adore  ; 
Henceforth  my  great  concern  shall  b£ 
To  love  and  please  thee  more. 
179.  Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book-1,  Hymn  135. 
The  love  if  Christ  shed  abroad  in  the  heart.  Eph 
iii.  16',  &c 
OME,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell 
By  faith  and  love  in  every  breast ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste  and  feel 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  express'd. 

2  Come,  Mil  our  hearts  with  inward  strength, 
Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 

And  learn  the  height  and  breadth  and  lengtf 
Of  thine  unmeasurable  grace. 

3  Now  to  the  God  whose  pow'r  can  do 
More  than  our  thoughts  or  wishes  know, 
lie  everlasting  honours  done 

By  all  the  church  through  Christ  his  Son. 
180.     Lon^r  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  1,  Hymn,  76*. 
Christ  dvills  in  heaven,  but  visits  on  earth.     So!o« 
mon's  .Song,  vi,  1,2,  3,  12. 
~~^THEN  strangers  stand  and  hear  me  tcli 
y  Y    What  beauties  in  my  Saviour  dwell ; 
Where  he  is  gone  they  fain  woud  know, 
That  they  might  seek  and  love  him  too. 
My  best  beloved  keeps  his  throne 
On  hills  of  light  in  worlds  unknown  ; 
But  be  descends  and  shows  his  lace 


Liberality — love  to  God.  1 8  1 

Li  the  young  gardens  of  his  grace. 

3  Jn  vine-yards  planted  by  his  hand, 
Where  fruitful  trees  in  order  stand  ; 
He  feeds  among  the  spicy  beds, 
Where  lilies  show  their  spotless  heads. 

4  He  has  engross'd  my  warmest  love, 
No  earthly  charms  my  soul  can  move  ; 
I  have  a  mansion  in  his  heart, 

Nor  death,  nor  hell  shall  make  us  part. 

5  [He  takes  my  soul  e'er  J'm  aware, 
And  shows  me  where  his  glories  are  ; 
No  chariot  of  Aminadab 

The  heav'nly  rapture  can  describe. 

6  O  may  my  spirit  daily  rise, 

On  wings  of  faith  above  the  skies, 
'Till  deach  shall  make  my  last  remove, 
To  dwell  forever  with  my  Love.] 
181.     Lotig  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  1 ,  Hymn  ,  7. 
The  love  of  Christ  to  the.  Church,  in  his  language 
to  her,  and  provisions  JJr  her.  Solomon's  Song 
vii.  5.  6,  y,  12.  13. 

1  "1WTOVV  ll)  the  gall'ries  of  his  grace 
JJ^j     Appears  the  King,  and  thus  he  says, 
*4  How  fair  my  saints  are  in  my  sight, 

"  My  lGve  how  pleasant  for  delight  ?" 

2  Kind  is  thy  language  sov'reign  Lord, 
There's  heav'nly  grace  in  ev'ry  Moid; 
From  that  dear  mouth  a  stream  divine 
Flows  sweeter  than  the  choicest  wine. 

3  Such  wond'rous  love  awakes  the  lip 
Of  saints  that  were  almost  asleep, 
To  speak  the  praises  of  thy  name, 
And  make  our  cold  affections  flame. 

%  These  are  the  joys  he  lets  us  know. 
In  fields  and  viiages  below  ; 


182,  183  LoveioC/niu. 

Gives  us^.  relish  ofhis  love, 
But  keeps  his  noblest  feast  abo-,e.. 
3  Jn  Paradise,  within  the  gates 
An  higher  entertainment  waits  ; 
Fruits  new  an  J  old  laid  up  in  store, 
Where  we  shall  k^d,  but  thirst  no  more 
182.   Short  Metre. 
From  I.  \V.  Book  I,  ByJhn    103. 
Christ,  wlsphi  and  bcitiwd.    1    Pet.  i.  g. 

1  IWT^I  wfth  our  mortal  eves 
X^i     Have  we  beheld  the  Lore, 
Yet  we  rejoice  10  hear  his  name. 

And  love  him  in  his  word, 

2  On  earth  we  want  the  sight 
.      Of  our  Redeemer's  lace  ; 

Yet,  Lord,  our  inmost  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  gfacei 

3  And  when  we  taste  thy  love, 

Our  joys  divinely  grow 
Unspeakable,  like  those  above, 
And  heav'n  begins  below. 

Love  to  Christ. 

183.  Common  Metre. 

Fom  I.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  103. 
Chris's  commission.   John'iii.  16,  17. 

1  &~^ ()— ^  kaP'Py  Kotib,  approach  your  Go 
\_J   With  new  melodious  songs  ; 
Cqme  tender  to  almighty  grace 

The  tributes  of  your  tongues. 

2  So  strange,  so  boundless  was  the  lev 

That  piiy'd  dying  men, 
rI  he  Father  sent  his  equal  Son 
To  give  them  life  again. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jesus,  were  not  arm/vi 

With  a  revenging  rod. 
No  hard  commission  to  perform 


Ltoxc  to  Christ.  J  84 

The  vengeance  of  a  God  : 
But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mikl-, 

And  wrath  forsook  the  throne, 
When  Christ  on  the  kind  errand  came, 

And  brought  salvation  down. 
Here,  sinners,  you  may  heal  your  wounds. 

And  wipe  your  sorrows  dry  ; 
Trust  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 

And  you  shall  never  die. 
See,  dearest  Lord,  our  wi  ling  souls 

Accept  thine  ofFer'd  grace  ; 
vVe  bless  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 

And  give  th~  bather  praise. 

184.  Long  Metre. 

From  J.  R  s.  Selection,  Hymn  251; 

Desiring  to  love  Christ- 

GOME,  let  me  love  ;  or  is  my  mind 
Harden'd  ro  stone,  or  froze  to  ice  ? 
I  see  the  blessed  fair  one  bend, 
And  stoop  to  embrace  me  from  the  skies? 
J  !  'tis  a  thought  would  melt  a  rock, 
And  make  a  heart  of  iron  move, 
That  those  sweet  lips,  that  heav'nly  lbok3 
Should  seek  and  wish  a  mortal  love  ! 
I  was  a  traitor  doom'd  to  fire, 
Bound  to  sustain  eternal  pairs  ; 
He  flew  on  wings  of  strong  desire, 
Assum'd  my  guilt  and  took  my  chains, 
Infinite  grace  I  almighty  charms  ! 
Stand  in  amaze  ye  rolling  skies  i 
Jesus  the  God,  extends  his  arms, 
Hangs  on  a  cross  of  love  and  dies. 
Did  pity  ever  stoop  so  low, 
Dress'd  in  divinity  and  blood  ? 
Was  ever  rebel  courted  so 
fn  groans  of  an  expiring  God  ? 


185,  180  Love  to  Christ. 

6  Again  he  lives  and  spreads  his  hands, 
Hands  that  were  nail'd  to  torturing  smart ; 

*■  By  these  dear  wounds,'  says  he  ;  and  stand. 
And  prays  to  clasp  me  to  his  heart. 

7  Sure  1  must  love  ;  or  are  my  ears 
Still  deaf,  nor  will  my  passions  move  ? 
Lord,  melt  this  flinty  heart  to  tears  ; 
This  heart  shall  >ield  to  death  or  love. 

185.  Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  252. 
Profession  of  love  to  Christ. 

1  \  ND  have  I,  Christ,  no  love  to  thee, 
f~\>  No  passion  for  thy  charms  ? 

No  wish  my  Saviour's  face  to  see, 
And  dwell  within  his  arms  ? 

2  Is  there  no  spark  of  gratitude 

In  this  cold  heart  of  mine, 
To  him  whose  generous  bosom  glow'd 
With  Friendship  all  divine  i 

3  Can  1  pronounce  his  charming  name, 

His  acts  of  kindness  tell  ; 
And,  while  J  dwell  upon  the  theme. 
No  sweet  emotion  feel  ? 

4  Such  base  ingratitude  as  this 

What  heart  but  must  detest ! 
Sure  Christ  deserves  the  noblest  place 
In  every  human  breast. 

5  A  very  wretch,  Lord,  I  should  prove, 

Had  I  no  love  to  thee  ; 
Rather  than  not  my  Saviour  love, 
O  may  I  cease  to  be  ! 

136.  Short  Metre. 

From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  254. 

Love  to  the  Brethren. 

LEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  ; 


B 


Love  to  the  B.clhrcr. 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 

Is  like  to  that  above. 

Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  on< 

Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

We  share  our  mutual  woes  - 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear  ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 

The  sympathising  tear. 

When  we  assunder  part, 

it  gives  us  inward  pain, 
But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart. 

And  hope  to  meet  again. 

This  glorious  hope  revives 

fitir  courage  by  the  way  ; 
While  each  in  expectation  jives, 

And  longs  to  tee  the  day. 

From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 

And  sin  we  shall  be  free  ; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 

Thro*  all  eternity. 


Love  to  the  Brethren. 

187 .  I-ong  Metre. 
From  J.  li's  Selection,  Flymn  25G. 
lie  heart  ■;  unjiedio  unfeigned  love  of  the  brethren 
ly  the  Spirit.  .  1  Pet.  i.  22. 
jf~^  REAT  Spirit  of  Immortal  love, 
VX  Vouchsafe  our  frozen  hearts  to  move, 
With  ardour  strong  these  breasts  inflame 
To  all  that  own  a  Saviour's  name. 
Still  let  the  heavenly  fire  endure 
Fervent  c,Tnd  vigorous,  true  and  pure, 


88, '13*0  liiveic >' enemies. 

Let  every  heart  arid  every  hand 
Join  in  the  dear  frajLernai  band. 
Celestial  Dove,  descend  and  bring. 
The  smiling  blessings  on  thy  wing  ; 
.And  make  us  taste  those  sweets  below 
Which  in  the  blissful  mansions  groAV. 

188.  Lon,>;  Metre.     . 
From  I.  W.  Book   i.  Hymn   134. 
Religion  tain  ttithont  love.   1  Cor.  xiii.  1,  2,  S. 
AD  I  the  tongue  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 
And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use. 
It"  iove  be  absent,  I  am  found 
Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 
Were  •  inspired  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  heaven  and  bell  ; 
Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove. 
Still  I  am  nothing  without  iove. 
Should  I  distribute  all  my  store 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor, 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame, 
To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name  ; 
If  love  to  God  and  love  to  men 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain  ; 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fi'ry  zeal. 
The  works  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil. 

Love  to  Enemies. 

189.  Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  258. 
Lcvt  to  our  enemies  from  the  example  of  Christ, 
Luke  xxiii.  34.  Mat.  v.  44. 
A    LOUD  we  sing  the  wondrous  grace, 
XJL   Christ  to  his  murderers  bare  ; 
VVhich  made  the  torturing  cross  its  throne* 


Lor,  to  cuwt^ 
And  hung  his  trophies  there.. 
Father^  forgive/'  his  mercy  ciiet^ 


^ 


With  his  expiring  breativ* 
And  drew  eternal  blessings  down 
Oil  those  who  wrought  his  death, 

3  Jesus,  this  wondrous  love  we  sing, 

And  whilst  we  sing-  admire  : 
Breatne  on  our  souls  and  kindle  there,, 
The  same  celestial  fire. 

4  Sway'd  by  thy  dear  example,  we 

For  enemies  will  pray  ; 
With  love,  their  hatred,  and  their  enrs^ 
With  blessings  will  repay. 

1  90.   Common  Metre. 

From  J.  R*s.  Selection,  Hymn  2.59* 

All attainments  vain  without  love-   1  Cor.xsii.  \..S- 

1  QHOULD  bounteous  nature  kindly  pour 
J3   Her  richest  gifts  on  me, 

StiiJ,  O  my  God,  I  should  be  poor, 
if  void  of  love  to  thee. 

2  Not  shining  wit  nor  manly  sense. 

Could  make  me  truly  good  : 
Not  zeal  itself  could  recompense 
The  want  of  love  to  God. 

3  I>id  I  possess  the  gift  of  to.ngues- 

But  were  deny'd  thy  grace, 
My  loudest  words,  my  loftiest  songs. 
Would  be. but  sounding  brass. 

4  Tho*  thou  should'st  give  me  heavenly  skilly 

lLach  mystery  to  explain, 
If  lk>no  heart  to  do  thy  will, 
Iwy  knowledge  would  be  vain, 

5  Had  I  so  strong  a  faith,  my  God> 

As  mountains  to  remove, 
No  faith  could  do  me  real  good, 


lyl  blcehbe-tSi 

That  did  not  work  by  love. 
t  [What  tho'  to  gratify  my  pride. 
And  make  my  heaven  secure* 
All  my  possessions  I  divide, 
Among  the  hungry  poor  I 
7   What  tho'  my  body  I  consign 
To  the  devouring  flame, 
In  hope:  the  glorious  deed  will  shine 
In  rolls  of  endless  fame  ! 
3  These  splendid  acts  of  vanity, 
Tho'  all  the  world  applaud, 
If  destitute  of  charity, 

Can  never  please  my  God.] 
9   O  grant  me  then,  this  one  request, 
And  I'll  be  satisfy'd  ; 
That  love  divine  may  rule  my  breast, 
And  all  my  actions  guide. 


Meekness. 

191.  Short  Metre. 

From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  260. 

The  meek  beta  ulifed  with  Solvation.  Psalm  cxlix.  &• 

1  ""\7"E  humble  souls,  rejoice, 

JL   And  cheerful  praises  sing  ; 
Wake  all  your  harmony  of  voice, 
For  Jesus  is  our  king. 

2  That  meek  and  lowly  Lord, 
Whom  here  your  souls  have  known, 

Pledges  the  honor  of  his  word 
T*  avow  you  for  his  own. 

3  He  brings  salvation  nenr, 
For  which  his  blood  was  paid  : 

How  beauteous  shall  your  souls  appear, 
Thus  sumptuously  array 'd  I 


MceL'iess,  $g 

1  Sing,  for  the  day  is  nigh, 
When  near  your  Savioar's  seat, 

The  tallest  sons  of  pride  shall  lie^ 
The  footstool  of  your  feet. 
5       Salvation,  Lord,  is  thine, 
And  all  thy  saints  confess, 
The  royal  robes  in  which  they  shine, 
Were  wrought  by  sovereign  grace. 
192.  Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  1,  Hymn  87. 
Gad  dwells  with  the  humble  and  penitent.     Isa.  lvii; 

15,  16. 
X    npHUS  saith  the  fegfc  and  lofty  One, 
JL      *;  I  sit  up dn  my  hoiy  throne  ; 
My  name  is  God,  i  dwell  on  high, 
Dwell  in  my  own  eternity. 

2  But  I  descend  to  worlds  below, 
On  earth  I  have  a  mansion  too; 
The  humble  spirit  and  contrite 
Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 

3  The  humble  *rj\\  my  words  revive,, 
I  bid  the  mourning  sinner  live  ; 
Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find, 
And  ease  the  sorrows  of  the  mind. 

4  [When  I  contend  against  their  sin, 

i  make  them  ks:ow  how  vile  they've  been  , 
But  should  my  wrath  forever  smoke, 
Their  semis  would  sink  beneath  mv  stroke.*' 


O  may  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  nigh. 
Lest  wt  should  faint  despair,  and  die  ! 
Thus  shall  our  better  thoughts  approv 
The  r&ethods  of  thy  chastening  lovejj 


> 


193  ,   194  Rcpest (Vice .- 

U)3.   Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  26j. 
(*W  sneaking  peace  io  his  people.  Psalm  Ixxxy.  J, 
i   TTNI  TM,  my  roving  thoughts  unite, 
\^J     In  silence  soft  and  sweet  : 
And  thou,  my  soul,  sit  gently  down 
At  thy  great  Sovereign's  feet. 
1  Jehovah's  awful  voice  is  heard, 
Yet  gladly  I  attend ; 
For  lo  !  the  everlasting  God 
Proclaims  himself  my  friend. 

3  Harmonious  accents  to  my  soul 

The  sounds  of  peace  convey  ; 
The  tempest  at  his  word  subsides, 
And  winds  and  seas  obey. 

4  By  all  its  joys,  I  charge  my  heart, 

To  grieve  his  love  no  more  ; 
But  churm'd  by  melody  divine. 
To  give  its  follies  o'er. 


Repentance. 

194.     Common  Metre. 

Fiom  J.  ll's Selection,  Hymn  267". 

God  hath  commanded  all  men  every  where  to  repent. 

Acts  xvii.  30. 

1  "  "O  kPENT,"  the  voice  celestial  cries, 

_£\,  Nor  longer  dare  delay  : 
The  wretch  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies, 
And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

2  No  more  the  sovereign  eye  of  God 

O'erlooks  the  crimes  of  men  ; 
His  heralds  are  dispatched  abroad 
To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 

3  The  summons  reach  thro*  all  the  earth ; 


Hepentance.  193 

Let  earth  attend  and  fear  : 
Listen,  ye  men  of  royal  birth, 

And  let  your  vassals  hear. 
Together  in  his  presence  how, 

And  all  jour  guilt  confess  ; 
Embrace  the  blessed  Saviour  now. 

Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 
Bow,  ere  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 

And  call  you  to  his  bar  : 
For  mercy  knows  the  appointed  bound, 

And  turns  to  vengeance  there. 
Amazing  love,  that  yet  will  call, 

And  yet  prolong  our  days  ! 
Our  hearts  subdued  by  goodness  fall, 

And  weep,  and  love,  and  praise. 
1  95.   Lon^  Metre. 

From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  269* 
'hrist  exnttfd  to  be  a  Prhtce  and  a  Saviour  to  give 
Repentavcei  Acts  v.  13. 

EXALTED  Prince  of  life,  we  own 
The  royal  honours  of  thy  throne  j 
fi'is  fix'd  by  God's  almighty  hand, 
And  seraphs  bow  at  thy  command. 
Exalted  Saviour,  we  confess 
Tne  sovereign  triumphs  of  thy  grace  ; 
Where  beams  of  gentle  radiance  shine, 
And  temper  majesty  divine. 
Wide  thy  resistless  sceptre  sway, 
Till  all  thine  enemies  obey  ; 
Wide  may  thy  cross  its  virtue  prove, 
And  conquer  millions  by  its  love  ! 
Mighty  to  vanquish  and  forsj;ive  \ 
Thine  Israel  shall  repent  and  live  ; 
And  loud  proclaim  thy  healing  breath, 
Which  works  their  life  who  wrought  thy 
death, 


196,  197  Repent  anon. 

196.  Long  Metre. 
From  [.  W.  Psalm  51,  Part  i . 

A  penitent  pleading  for  pardon. 

SHOW  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive, 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live, 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  art:  great,  but  cant  surpass 
The  pow'r  and  glory  of  thy  grace  ; 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'mng  love  be  found  1 

3  O  wash  my  soul  from  ev'ry  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  : 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,    but  thou  ait  clear  ; 

5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
1  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  beil, 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope  still  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

197.  Short  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  74. 

Repentance  from  a  seme  of  divine  gOodmSS ;   or 

complaint  of  ingratitude* 
1    ~fl~ S  this  the  kind  return, 

JL  And  these  ttie  thanks  we  owe, 
Thus  to  abuse  eternal  love. 

Whence  ail  our  blessings  flow  ! 


Repentance,  \  98 

To  what  a  stubborn  frame 

Has  sin  reduc'd  our  mind  ! 
What  strange  rebellious  wretches  we, 

And  God  as  strangely  kind  I 
(On  us  he  bids  the  sun 

Shed  its  reviving  rays  ; 
For  us  the  skies  their  circles  run, 

To  lengthen  out  our  days. 
The  brutes  obey  their  God, 

And  bow  their  necks  to  men  ; 
But  we  more  base,  mere  brutish  things, 

Reject  his  easy  reign. 
Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God, 

And  mould  our  souls  afresh  ; 
Break  sovrreign  grace,  these  hearts  of  stone* 

And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 
Let  old  ingratiude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes, 
And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 

Let  hourly  thanks  arise. 

198.    Common  Metre. 

From  J.  Pi's.  Selection,  Hymn  272. 
Penitence  and  Hope. 

DEAR  Saviour  when  my  thoughts  recall. 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace  : 
Low  at  thy  feet  asham'd  I  fall, 

And  hide  this  wretched  face. 
Shall  love  like  thine  be  thus  repaid  ? 

Ah  vile  ungrateful  heart  ! 
By  earth's  low  cares  detahVd,  betray'd, 

From  Jesus  to  depart. 
From  Jesus,  who  alone  can  give, 

True  pleasure,  peace  and  rest : 
When  absent  from  my  Lord,  I  live 

Unsatisfy'd,  unblest. 


199  ilc,:-r  nation. 

4  But  he,  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 

My  wandering  soul  restores  : 
Pie  bids  the  mourning  heart  partake 
The  Dai(-on  it  implores. 

5  O  while  I  breathe  to  thee,  my  Lord. 

The  penitential  bigh, 
Confirm  the  kind  forgiving  word, 

With  pity  in  thine  eye  1 
Q  Then  shall  the  mourner  at  thy  feet, 

Rejoice  to  seek  thy  face  ; 
And  grateful  own  how  kind  how  sweet . 

Thy  condescending  grace. 


Resignation. 

199,     Common  Metre. 

From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  27 X* 

The  contrite  heart.    Isa.  Ivii.  15. 

1  f  |  1HE  Lord  will  happiness  divine 

J|      On  contrite  hearts  bestow  ; 
Then  tell  me,  gracious  God,  is  mine 
A  contrite  heart  or  no  I 

2  I  hear,  but  seem  to  hear  in  vain, 

Insensible  as  steel  ; 
If  ought  is  felt,  'tis  only  pain 
To  find  I  cannot  ftcl. 

3  I  sometimes  think  myself  inclin'd  „ 

To  love  thee  if  I  could  ; 
Eut  often  feel  another  mind, 
Averse  to  all  that's  good. 

4  My  best  desires  are  faint  and  few, 

1  fain  would  strive  for  more  ; 
But  when  I  cry,   '*  My  strength  renew,*1 
Seem  weaker  than  before. 

5  Thy  saints  are  comforted,  I  know, 


Resignation-*  200 

And  love  thy  house  of  prayer^; 
I  sometimes  go  where  others  go, 

But  fine!  no  comfeft  there. 
O  make  th's  heart  rejoice  or  ache.; 

Decide  this  doubt  for  me  ; 
And  if  it  be  not  broken,  break, 

And  heal  it  if  it  be. 

200.  Common  Metre. 
From  J.  W.  Psal.  39,  Part  3. 
cfc-brd  devotion  ;   or,  pleading  without  repinb?^ 

GOD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 
Behold  the  pains  I  feel  ; 
But  i  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 

Nor  dare  dispute  thy  will. 
Diseases  are  thy  servants,  Lord, 

They  come  at  tliy  command  ; 
I'll  not  attempt  a  murmuring  word, 

Against  thy  chasfning  hand. 
Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  cries, 

Remove  thy  sharp  rebukes  ; 
My  strength  consumes,  my  spirit  dies, 

Through  thy  repeated  strokes. 
Crush'd  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand, 

We  moulder  to  the  dust  ; 
Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  withstand 

And  all  our  beauty's  lost. 
I'm  but  a  stranger  here  below. 

As  all  my  fathers  were  ; 
May  I  be  well  prepar'd  to  go, 

When  J  thv  summons  hear 
But  if  my  life  be  spar'd  awhile 

Before  my  last  remove, 
Tny  praise  shall  be  my  bus'ness  still, 

And  I'll  declare  thv  love* 


2»1,  202  Resignation. 

201 .  Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  279, 
Filial  aub/nmhn.  Hcb.  xn,  7. 

1  A    M)  can  mv  hearr  aspire  so  high, 
/V  16  say,    ':  My  Father  God  liS 

Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  fain  would  lie, 
And  learn  to  kiss  \ he  rod. 

2  I  would  submit  to  all  thy  will, 

For  thou  art  good  and  wise  : 
et  every  anxious  thought  be  still. 
Nor  one  faint  murmur  rise. 

3  i  hy  love  .can  cheer  the  darksome  gloom, 

And  bid  me  wait  serene. 
Til  hopes  and  joys  immortal  bloom, 
And  brighten  all  the  scene. 

4  «'  My  Father" — O  permit  my  heart 

To  plead  her  humble  claim, 
And  ask  the  bliss  those  words  impart, 
In  my  Redeemers  name. 

202.  Long  Metre. 

From  I.  W.  Book  1,  Hymn   129. 

Submission  and  deliverance ;   or,  Abraham   offering 

his  son.   Gen.  xxii.  (>,  &:c. 

1  O  AINTS,  at  your  heav'nly  Father's   word, 
j^   Give  up  yoar  comforts  to  the  Lord  ; 

He  shall  restore  what  you  resign, 
Or  grant  you  blessings  more  divine. 

2  So  Abra'm  with  obedient  hand 

Led  forth  his  son,  at  God's  command  ; 
The  wood,  the  tire,  the  knife  he  took, 
His  arm  prepared  the  dreadful  stroke. 

3  M  Abr'am  forbear,"  the  angel  cryM, 

"  Thy  faith  is  known,  thy  love  is  try'd 
Thy  son  shall  live,  and  in  thy  seed 
♦Shall  the  whole  canh  be  bless'd  indeed." 


Self-Demal.  203,  204 

4  Just  in  the  last  distressing  hour 
The  Lord  displays  deliv'fing  pow'r  ; 
The  mount  oi  danger  is  the  place 
Where  we  shall  see  surprising  grace. 
203.  Common  Metre. 
From  1.  W.  Book  1,  Hymn  5. 
Sumzsrion  to  afflictive  provide/ices.  Job  i.  2j^ 

1  "VTAKED  ac  from  rhc  earth  we  came, 
J3|     And  crept  to  lite  at  first, 

We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  our  dust. 

2  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 

And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  but  short  favours  borrow'd  now, 
To  be  repaid  anon. 

3  'Tis  God  that  lifts  our  comforts  high. 

Or  sinks  them  in  the  grave. 
He  gives,  and  (blessed  be  his  name  !j 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave, 

4  Peace,  all  our  angry  passions  then, 

Let  each  rebellious  sigh 
Be  silent  at  his  sov'reign  will, 

And  ev'ry  murmur  die. 
5.  If  smiling  mercy  crown  our  lives,     • 

Its  praises  shall  be  spread, 
And  we'll  adore  the  justice  too 

That  strikes  our  comforts  dead, 


Self-denial. 

204.     Common  Metre. 

From  J.  R's.  Selection.  Hymn  280. 

Self-denial;  or,  taking  up   I  he  Cross.     Markviii, 

38.     Luke  xi.  26. 
1      A  SH  AMD  of  Christ,  my  soul  disdain 
aJL  The  mean  ungenerous  thought ; 


205  Self-Denial. 

Shall  I  disown  that  friend,  whose  blood 
To  man  salvation  brought  ? 

2  With  the  glad  news  of  love  and  peace 

From  heaven  to  earth  he  came  ; 
For  us  endur'd  the  painful  cross, 
For  us  despis'd  tne  shame. 

3  At  his  command  wc  must  take  up 

Our  cross  without  delay  : 
Our  lives— and  thousand  lives  of  ours 
His  love  can  ne'er  repay. 

4  Each  faithful  sufferer  Jesus  views 

With  infinite  delight  ; 
Their  lives  t-o  him  are  dear,  their  deaths 
Are  precious  in  his  sight. 

5  To  bear  his  name,  his  cross  to  bear* 

Our  highest  honour  this! 
Who  nobly  suffers  now  for  him. 
Shall  reign  with  him  in  bliss. 

6  But  should  we  in  the  evil  day 

From  our  profession  fly, 
Jesus,  the  judge  before  t&e  world, 
The  traitor  will  deny. 

205.  Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  1,  Hymn  131. 
The  Pharisee  and  Publican.     Luke  xviii.  10,  &c. 
EHOLD  how  sinners  disagree, 
The  Publican  and  Pharisee  ; 
One  doth  his  righteousness  proclaim, 
The  other  owns  his  guilt  and  shame. 
This  man  at  humble  distance  stands, 
An  J  cries  for  grace  with  lifted  hands  ; 
That  boldly  rises  near  the  throne, 
And  talks  of  duties  ke  has  done. 
The  Lord  their  difFrent  language  knows, 
And  difFrent  answers  he  bestows  ; 


Self-Denial.  2&6,  %$ 

The  humble  soul  with  grace  he  crowns, 
Whilst  on  the  proud  his  anger  frowns, 
4  Dear  Father,  lee  me  nevei  be 

Join'd  with  the  boasting  Pharisee  ; 
I  have  no  merits  of  my  own, 
But  plead  the  sufferings  of  thy  Son, 
20o\  Long  Metre, 
From  I.  Vv.  Book  1,  Hymn  132,. 
Holiness  and  grace.  Tit.  ii.  10,  13,., 
1    HO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
£^  The  holy  gospel  we  profess  ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtue  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

3  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honours  of  our  Saviour  God  ; 
When  the  salvation,  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  pow'r  of  sin. 

S"  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  deny'd, 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride  ; 
While  justice,  temperance,  truth  and  love^ 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word.  . 

207.     Common  Metre. 
From  J.  li's.  Selection.  Hymn  282. 
Si/icerity  and  truth.  Phil.  iv.  8. 
X   T    E'i  those  who  bear  the  christian  name 
1  A  Their  holy  vows  fulfil  : 
The  saints  the  followers  of  the  Lamb, 
Are  men  of  honour  still. 
%  True  to  the  solemn  oaths  they  uke, 
Tho*  to  their  hurt  they  sweat  : 
Constant  and  just  to  all  they  speak, 
For  God  and  angels  hearr 


208  Sincerity. 

3  Still  with  their  lips  their  hearts  agree, 

Nor  flattering  words  devise  ; 
They  know  the  God  oi  truth  can  see 
Thro'  every  false  disguise. 

4  They  hate  the  appearance  of  a  lie, 

In  all  the  shapes  it  wears  ; 
Firm  to  the  truth — and  when  they  die 
•   Eternal  life  is  theirs. 

5  Lo  1  from  afar  the  the  Lord  descends, 

And  brings  the  judgment  down  ; 
He  bids  his  saints,  his  faithful  friends, 
Rise  and  possess  their  crown. 

6  While  Satan  trembles  at  the  sight, 

And  devils  wish  to  die, 
Where  will  the  faithless  Hypocrite 
And  guilty  liar  fly  ? 

Sincerity. 

208.     Common  Metre. 

From  J.  Li's  Selection,  Hymn  284. 

Spiritual  ?ninded. '.ess  ;  or,  inward  religion.    James 

i.    27. 

1  Ty  ELIGION  is  the  chief  concern     . 
XV  Of  mortals  here  below  ; 

M'-.y  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
Its  sovereign  virtue  know  ; 

2  More  ueedfui  this  than  glittering-  wealth, 

Or  aught  the  world  bestows  ; 
Not  reputation,  food  or  health, 
Can  give  us  such  repose. 

3  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage, 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom  ; 
'Twill  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
And  for  the  awful  tomb. 


Sincerity,  $0'9 

4  O  may  my  heart  by  grace  renewed,, 

Be  my  Redeemers  throne  ; 
And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdu'd, 
His  government  to  own  ! 

5  Let  deep  repentance,  faith,  and  love, 

Bejoin'd  with  godly  fe;r; 
And  all  my  conversation  prove 
My  heart  to  be  sincere. 

6  Preservejme  from  the  snares  of  sin, 

Thro'  ray  remaining  days  ; 

And  in  me  let  each  virtue  shine 

To  my  Redeemer's  praise. 

7  Let  lively  hope  my  soul  inspire  ; 

Let  warm  affections  rise  ; 
And  may  I  wait  with  strong  desire, 
To  mount  above  the  skies  ! 

209.     Common  Metre. 

From  I,  VV.  Psalm  1 19,  Part  3. 

Professions  of  sincerity,  repentance  and  obedience, 

Verse  57,  6'0. 
1   fT^HOU  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  ; 
M      Soon  as  I  know  thy  way 
My  heart  makes  haste  t'  obey  thy  word, 
And  suffers  no  delay. 

Verse  30,  14. 
£  I  choose  the  path  of  heavenly  truth. 
And  glory  in  my  choice; 
Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 
Could  make  me  so  rejoice. 
3.  The  testimonies  of  thy  grace 
I  set  before  mine  eyes  ; 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  strength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 
Verse  59. 
4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 
I  think  upon  my  ways, 
Q.3 


2 1 0  Sincerity . 

Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands. 
And  trust  thy  pard'ning  grace. 
Verse  94,   114. 

5  Now  am  I  thine,  forever  thine, 

O  save  thy  servant  Lord  ! 
Thou  ait  my  shield,  my  hiding  place, 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 
Verse  112. 

6  Tiiou  hast  inclined  this  heart  of  mine 

Thy  statutes  to  fulfil  ; 
And  thus  till  mortal  life  shall  end 
Would  I  perform  thy  will. 
210.  Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W    Psalm  17. 
The  sinner's  portion  and  saints  hope  ;  or,  the  heaven 
of  separate  souls  a/id  ttie  re?ur>t.c! ion. 

1  "    "    ORD,  i  am  thine;   but  thou  wilt  prove 

M    A  My  faith,  my  patience  and  my  love; 
VVlien  men  of  spiie  against  me  join, 
They  are  the  sword,  the  hand  is  thine. 

2  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  belotv  ; 
Tis  all  the  happiness  they  know, 

'Xis  all  rhcy  seek,  they  take  their  shares  ; 
And  leave  the  rest  among  their  heirs. 

3  What  sinners  value,  I  resign  ; 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  : 
1  sh.tll'behold  thy  blissful  face, 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness* 

4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show  ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  w  iuc  i\  i  go, 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  ; 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

5  O  glorious  hour !  O  blest  abode  ! 
I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God  ; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  controul. 


Trust.  .21* 

The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 
My  fle.-h  sbaii  slumber  in  the  gtound, 
Till  tiie  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  : 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 


Trust* 

211.     Long  Metre. 

From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  286. 

Trust  and confdence;  or,  looking  btyond  ■present  4p- 

pearancts.    Heb. "  iii,  17 ,  18. 
J      A   WAY,  my  unbelieving  fear  \ 

jTjl  Let  fear  in  me  no  more  take  place  •  ' 
My  Saviour  doth  not  yet  appear  ; 

He  hides  the  brightness  of  his  face  ; 
But  shall  I  therefoie  let  him  go, 

And  basely  to  the  tempter  yield  ? 
No,  in  the  strength  of  Jesus,  no  ! 
1  never  will  give  up  my  shield, 

2  Altho'  the  \ine  its  fruit  deny, 

Altho'  the  olive  yield  no  oil, 
The  withering  fig-tree  droop  and  die. 

The  field  elude  the  tiller's  toil  ; 
The  empty  stall  no  herd  afford, 

And  perish  all  the  bleating  race, 
Yet  I  will  triumph  in  the  Lord, 

The  God  of  my  salvation  praise, 

3  Away,  each  unbelieving  fear, 

Let  fear  to  cheering  hope  give  place  ;, 
My  Saxiour  will  at  length  appear, 

And  show  the  brightness  of  his  face  ; 
Tbo'  now  my  prospects  all  be  crostP 

My  blooming  hopes  cut  offT  see  ; 
Stiil  villi  \  in  my  Jesus  trust, 


212  Trust, 

Whose  boundless  love  can  reach  to-  nrtev 
4  Jii  '' 'P<\  believing  against  hope, 

HjtiisVi  mercy  will  I  claim  ; 
Kis  gracious  wore!  shall  hear  me  up, 

To  seek  salvation  in  his  name  ; 
Soon,  my  dear  Saviour  bring  it  nigh  ! 
My  soul  shall  then  outstrip  the  wi«d, 
On  wings  of  love  mount  up  on  high, 
And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 
212.     Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Psalm.  62. 
N<t  trust  in  the  creatures  ;  or,  faith  in  divine  grc  6e 
and  power. 

1  ]\/T  Y  spirit  looks  to  God  alone  ; 

IV I    My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne  ; 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  straits, 
My  soul  on  his  salvation  waits. 

2  Trust  him,  ye  saints,  in  ali  your  ways, 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face  ; 
When  helpers  tail  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  al Insufficient  aid. 

3  t'aUe  are  the  men  of  high  degree^ 
The  baser  soil  are  vanity  ; 

Laid  in  a  balance  both  appear 
Light  as  a  puff' of  empty  air. 

4  Make  not  increasing  gold  your  trust. 
Nor  set  your  hearts  on  glitt'ring  dust  ; 
Why  will  you  grasp  the  fleeting  smoke. 
And  not  believe  what  God  has  spoke  ? 

5  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declay'd. 
Once  arid  again  my  ears  have  heard, 
<;  All  power  is  his  eternal  due  ;'* 
He  must  be  fear'd  and  trusted  too- 

ft  For  sov'reign  pow'r  reigns  not  alone. 
Grace  in  a  partner  of  the  throne  ; 


Trust.  213,214 

Thy  grace  and  justice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  last  reward. 
213.     Common  Metre. 
From  J?  R's  Selection,  Hymn  288. 
.Fcur  not. 
\   "y£7~&  trembling  foo'.s  dismiss  your  fears, 
g      Be  mercy  ill  your  theme  : 
Mercy  which  like  a  river  flows, 
In  one  (continued  stream. 

2  Fe;ir  not  the  powers  of  earth  and  hell, 

Go<l  will  these  >owers  restrain  ; 
His  mighty  arm  their  rage  repe), 
And  make  their  efforts  vain. 

3  Fear  not  rhe  want  of  outward  good. 

He  will  for  his  provide; 
Gr  lit  them  supplies  of  daily  food, 
\nd  ^ive  men-:  heaven  beside. 

4  F:^r  not  that  he  will  e'er  forsake. 

Or  leave  his  work  undone  ; 
He's  faithful  to  his  promises, 
And  faithful  to  his  Son. 

5  Feur  not  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 

Or  death's  tremendous  sting  ; 
He  will  from  endless  wrath  preserve, 

To  endless  glory  bring. 
S  You  in  his  wisdom,  pow'r  and  grace, 

May  confidently  trust. 
His  wisdom  g-iides,  his  power  protects, 

His  grace  rewards  thejusr. 

214.     Short  Metre. 
From  Hymn  82.  New  Collection. 

The  Gospel  Pool. 
ES1DF  the  gospel  pool, 
Appointed  for  the  poor, 
From  year  to  year  my  helpless  soul 


b1 


215  7W*t 

Haa  waited  for  a  cure. 

2  How  often  have  I  seen 
The  healing  waiers  move, 

And  many  round  mestepping  hi, 
Their  efficacy  prove. 

3  But  my  complaints  ;emai  n, 
I  feel  the  very  same  : 

As  ful!  of  guilt,  and  fear,  ar.d  psiaj 
As  when  at  first  I  came, 

4  O,  would  the  Lord  appear,. 
My  maladies  to  heal  ; 

He  knows  how  long  I've  waited  here 
And  what  distress  I  feel. 

5  How  often  have  I  thought, 
Why  should  I    longer  try  ? 

S&rely  the  mercies  I  have  sought. 
Are  not  for  such  as  I . 

6  But  whither  shall  I  go  f 
There  is  no  other  pool, 

Where  streams  of  sovereign  mercy  fio.v. 
To  make  a  sinner  whole. 

7  Here  then  from  day  to  day, 
I'll  wait,  and  hope,  and  cry, 

Can  Jesus  hear  a  sinner  pray, 

And  suffer  hirn  to  die  ? 
d       No,  he  is  full  of  grace  ; 

He  never  will  permit 
The  soul  that  fain  would  see  his  face 

To  perish  at  his  feet. 

215.     Tune  Wester??. 
From  J.R's.' Selection,  Hymn  29TX 
I  ivill  trust  and  not  be  afraid.   Isa.  xii.  % 

BEGONE  unbelief, 
Mv  Saviuur  is  near, 


Trust,  Z& 

And  for  my  relief 
Will  surely  appear  : 
By  prayet  let  me  wrestle, 
And  he  u  ill  perform  : 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel 
I'll  smiie.t   he  storm. 
Though  dark  be  my  way, 
Since  he  is  my  guide, 
'Tisinine  to  obey, 
'Tis  his  to  provide  ; 
Though  cisterns  be  broken, 
And  creatures  all  fail, 
The  word  he  has  spoken 
Shall  surely  prevail. 
His  love  in  time  past, 
Forbids  me  to  think 
He'll  leave  me  at  last 
In  trouble  to  sink  ; 
Each  sweet  Ebenezer 
I  have  in  review, 

Confirms  his  good  pleasure 
To  help  me  quite  through. 

Determin'd  to  save, 

He  watch'd  o'er  my  path, 

When  Safari's  blind  slave, 

I  sported  with  death. 

And  can  he  have  taught  me 

To  trust  in  his  name, 

And  thus  far  have  bro't  rhfc- 

To  put  me  to  shame  ? 

Why  should  I  complain 

Of  Want  or  distress, 

Temptation  or  pain  ? 

He  told  me  no  less  : 

The  heirs  of  salvation, 


216  Wis&m. 

I  know  from  his  word, 
Through  much  tiibulatioa- 
Must  follow  their  Lord. 

6  How  bitter  that  cup, 
No  heart  can  conceive, 
Which  he  drank  quite  upr 
That  sinners  might  live  1 
His  way  was  much  rougher, 
And  darker  than  mine  ; 
Did  Christ  my  Lord  surfer, 
And  shal    I  repine  1 

7  Since  all  that  I  i  leet 
Shall  work  for  my  good^ 
The  bitter  is  sweet, 
The  med'cine  is  food  ; 
Though  painful  at  present. 
'Twill  cease  before  lmg, 
And  then,   O  how  pleasant 
The  conqueror's  song  ! 

Wisdom. 

216.      Long  Metre. 

From  J.  ll's    Selection,   Hymn  29  L 

True  wisdom*     Prov.  iii.  13 — 18. 

1  TTAFPY  the  man  who  fiodsthe  grace, 
jLjL  The  blessings  of  God's  chosen  race  , 
The  wisdom  coming  from  above, 

And  faith  that  sweetly  works  by  love  ! 

2  Happy  beyond  description  be, 

Who  knows,  "  the  Stviour  dy'd  for  me." 
The  gift  unspeakable  obtains, 
And  heiveniy  understanding  gains. 

3  Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
An     all  her  flowery  paths  are  peace  ; 


Zeal  217,218 

Wisdom  to  silver  we  prefer, 

And  gold  is  dross  compar'd  with  her. 
4  He  finds,  who  wisdom  apprehends, 

A  life  begun  that  never  ends  ; 

The  tree  of  life  divine  she  is, 

Set  in  the  midst  of  paradise. 
9  Happy  the  man  who  wisdom  gains, 

In  whose  obedient  heart  she  reigns ; 

He  owns,  and  will  forever  own, 

Wisdom,  and  Christ,  and  heaven  are  one. 


ZeaL 

217.  Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  £93. 
Holy  Zealand 'diligence. 
I  "IHCTHILE  carnal  men  with  all  their  mighty 
\  f     Earth's  vanities  pursue, 
How  slow  the  advances  which  I  make, 
With  heav'n  itself  in  view. 
3  Inspire  my  soul  with  holy  zeal ; 
Great  God,  my  love  inflame  ; 
Religion  without  zeal  and  love, 
Is  but  an  empty  name, 
a  To  gain  the  top  of  Zion's  hill, 
May  I  with  fervor  strive  : 
And  all  these  powers  employ  for  thee 
Which  I  from  thee  derive ! 
218.  Long  Metre, 
From  I.  W.  Book  1,  Hymn  48. 
The  Christian  race.     Isa.  xl.  28,  29,  30,  31 . 
i      A   WAKE  pur  souls  (away  our  fears, 
/\   Let  ev'ry  trembling  thought  begone,) 
Awake  and  run  the  heav'nly  race, 
Ani  put  a  cjieerful  courage  on. 


219  The  Christian. 

2  True  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road. 
And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint  ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
That  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint. 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  povv'r, 
Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 

And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 
Gmi-  souls  shall  drink  a  fresh  supply, 
While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop  and  die. 

3  Swift  a,:  an  eagle  cots  the  air, 
We'lljjiount  aloft  to  thine  abode; 
On  wings  of  iove  our  souls  shall  fly > 
Nor  tire  amidst  the  heav'nly  road. 

The  Christian* 

219.     Long  Metre. 

From  J.  R?s.  Selection,  Hymn  294. 

The  Christian  uvakentd. .  What  must  J  do  to  be  sav* 

ed  ?  jicts  ix,  6". 

1  "\\  J  ITH  melting  heart  and  weeping  eyes, 

T  T      My  guilty  soul  for  mercy  cries ; 
What  shall  i  do,  or  whither  flee, 
T'  escape  that  vengeance  due  to  me  \ 

2  'Tift  now,  I  saw  no  danger  nigh  ; 
I  liv'd  at  ease,  nor  fear'd  to  die  ; 

•    Wrapt  up  in  self-deceit  and  pride, 
'*  I  shall  have  peace  at  last,"  I  cry'd. 

3  But  when,  great  God,  thy  light  divine 
Had  shone  on  this  dark  soul  of  mifce. 
Then  i  beheld,  with  trembling  awea 
The  terrors  of  thy  holy  law. 


The  Christian.  220 

4  Flow  dreadful  now  my  guilt  appears, 
in  childhood,  youth  and  growing  years  ! 
Before  thy  pure,  discerning;  eye, 
Lord,  what  a  filthifc.  wretch  am  I  ! 

5  Should  vengeance  still  my  soul  pursue, 
Death  and  destruction  are  my  due  ; 
Yet  mercy  can  my  guilt  forgive, 

And  bid  a  dying  sinner  live. 

6  Does  not  thy  sacred  word  proclaim 
§alvaiion  free  in  Jesus'  name  ? 

To  him  I  look  and  humbly  cry, 
-"  O  save  a  wretch  condemn'd  to  die  I" 
220.     Tune  Fevers  ham. 
From-J.  "RTs.  Selection,  Hymn  2pG. 
L,ongi)isf<ir  an  interest  in  the  Redeemer ;  or,  I  en* 

turzng  on  the  mercy  of  God  in  Christ. 
I   ^1  RACIOUS  Lord,  incline  thine  ear, 
\JT  My  requests  vouchsafe  to  hear  ; 
Hear  my  never  ceasing  cry, 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 
£  Wealth  and  honor  I  disdain, 

Earthly  comforts,  Lord,  are  vain  ; 
These  can  never  satisfy, 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

3  Lord,  deny  me  what  thou  wilt. 
Only  ease  me  from  my  guilt ; 
Suppliant  at  thy  feet  I  lie, 
Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

4  All  unholy  and  unclean, 

I  am  nothing  else  but  sin  ; 

On  thy  mercy  I  rely, 

Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  die. 

5  Thou  dost  freely  save  the  lost, 
Jn  thy  grace  alone  I  trust : 
With  my  earnest  suit  comply, 


221  The  CXnstM*. 

Give  me  Christ,  or  else  I  dies 
6  Thou  dost  promise  to  forgive 

Ali  who  in  thy  Son  believe  ; 

Lord,  I  know  thou  canst  not  lie^ 

Give  me  Chrisr  or  else  1  die. 
T  Father,  dost  thou  seem  to  fro**v » 

Let  me  shelter  in  thy  Son  ; 

Jesus,  to  thine  arms  I  fly, 

Come  and  save  me,  or  I  die. 
221.  Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W.Psalm  1.5. 
Religion  and  ju?<  ices  goodness  and  tfftfh  ;   or,  jD&.'-- 

tirs  io  God  and  man  ;   or,  tht  qualifications  \of  A 

Christian. 

1  \\THO  shall  ascend  thy  heavenly  place, 

T  T    Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  face  ? 
The  man  that  minds  religion  now, 
-And  humbly  walks  with  Gotl  below  ; 

2  Whose  hands  are  pure,  whose  heart  is  clean7 
Whose  lips  still  speak  the  thing  they  mean  ; 
No  slanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue. 

He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong, 

3  [Scarce  will  he  trust  an  ill  report, 
Or  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt  ; 
Sinners  of  state  he  can  despise, 
But  saints  are  honor'd  in  his  eyes.]}' 

4  [Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  stood, 
And  alwavs  makes  his  promise  good, 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  swear%  . 
Whatever  pain  or  loss  he  bears.] 

5  [He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold, 

And  mourns  that  justice  should  be  sold  ; 
While  others  scorn  and  wrong  the  poor. 
Sweet  charity  attends  his  doro.] 
G  He  loves  his  enemies  and  pray? 


The  Christian.  222,  223 

For  those  that  curse  him  to  his  face  ; 
And  doth  to  all  men  still  the  same 
That  he  would  hope  or  wish  from  them, 
7  Yet,  when  his  holiest  works  are  done, 
His  soul  depends  on  grace  alone  : 
This  is  the  man  thy  face  shall  see, 
And  dwell  forever,  Lord,  with  thee. 

225.     Long  Metre. 

From  I.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  1  58. 

Few  saved  ;  or,  the  almost  Christian,  the  hypocrite 

and  apostate. 

1  TJROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 
JO  And  thousands  walk  together  there  ; 
But  wisdom  shews  a  narrow  path, 

With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

2  Deny  thyself,  and  take  thy  cross, 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command  I 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
Jf  she  would  gain  this  heav'nly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more;, 
Js  but  esteem'd — almost  a  saint, 
And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain, 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new, 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain,, 
W7hich  false  apostates  never  knew. 

223.  Common  Metre. 
Fom  L  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  1 6i . 
Christian  virtues  :   or,  the  difficulty  of  conversion. 
1   O  TRAIT  is  the  way,  the  door  is  strait. 
£5   That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
*Tis  but  a  few  that  find  the  gate, 
WThile  crowds  mistake  and  die, 
fi  Beloved  self  must  be  deny'd. 


224       .  The  Christian. 

The  mind  and  will  renew'd, 
Passion  suppress' d  and  patience  try'dr 
And  vain  desires  subdu'd. 

3  [Flesh  is  a  dangerous  foe  to  grace, 

Where  it  prevails  and  rules  ; 
Flesh  must  be  humbled,  pride  abas'd, 
-Lest  they  destroy  our  souls.] 

4  The  love  of  gold  be  banish'd  hence, 

(That  vile  idolatry) 
And  ev'ry  member,  ev'ry  sense, 
In  sweet  subjection  lie. 

5  The  tongue,  that  mostunruy  pow'r, 

Requires  a  strong  restraint  : 

We  must  be  watchful  ev'ry  hour, 

And  pray,  but  never  faint : 

6  Lord  1  can  a  feeble,  helpless  worm 

Fulfil  a  task  so  hard  \ 
Thy  grace  must  all  my  work  perform 
And  give  the  free  reward. 

224.     Tune  Chrismas. 

From  Hymn  2,  New  Collection. 

The  Christian  s  love  to  Jesus. 

I   £~\  Jems  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I'll  submit, 

\_^r    With  Jove  and  thanksgiving  fall  down 

at  thy  feet  ; 
A  sacrifice  offering  of  soul,  flesh,  and  blood, 
Thou  art  my  Redeemer,   my  Lord  and  my 

God; 
I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee  my  Love, 
I  love  thee  my  Jesus,  1  love  thee  my  Dove  ; 
I  ]ove  thee,  I  love  thee,  and  thou  dost  know, 
But  how   much  1  love  thee  1  never   shall 
show. 
%  All  human  expressions  are  empty  and  vain> 
Tongue  cannot  unriddle  the  heavenly  flame \ 
Alfa  sure  it"  the  to»$tie  of  angeis  I  had, 


The  Chrblian.  225 

I  could  not  completely  the  mystery  describe, 
*  I  love  thee,  Sec. 

3  I  am  happy,  I  am  happy,  O  i  wond'rous  ac- 
count, 
My  joys  are  immortal,  I  stand  on  the  mount; 
}  gaze  on  my  treasure  and  long-  to  be  there, 
"With  angels,  my  kindred,  and  Jesus  my  dear. 
I  love  thee,  &c. 
4.  O  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  in  thee  I  am  blest, 
Thou  art  all  my  portion,  my  joy  and  my  rest, 
Thy  name  is  my  theme,  and  thy  love  is  my 

song, 
Thy  charms  do  inspire   my  heart  and  my 

tongue. 
Hove  thee,  &c. 
b  Thy  fulness  reveal,  and  thy  promise  fulfila 
Protect  and  direct  me  to  the  heavenly  hill, 
Where  wrapt  in  thy  arms,  and  then  lost  in 

thy  charms, 
With  angels  transported,  and  free  from  all 

harms. 
I  love  thee,  &c. 
6  O  who  is  like  Jesus,  he's  Salem's  bright  King;. 
He  smiles  and  he  cheers  me,  and  learns  me 

to  sing  ; 
I'll   praise  him,  I'll  praise  him  with  notes 

loud  and  shrill, 
When  rivers  of  pleasure  my  spirit  doth  fill. 
I  love  thee,  &c. 

225.     Tune  Christmas. 
From   Hymn  4,  New  Collection. 
The  Christians  complaint  of  doubts  and  difficulties, 
1    r  a  SHERE  is  a  heaven  in  yonder  skies, 
X     A  hr.aven  where  pleasure  never  dies, 
A  heaven  I  sometimes  hope  to  see, 
But  fear  again  'us  not  tor  me  : 


!2.r<  The  Christian. 

But  Jesus,  Jesus  is  my  friem!: 

0  hallelujah,  hallelujah, 
Jesus,  Jesus  is  my  friend. 

!  The  way  is  difficult  and  strait, 

And  narrow  is  the  gospel  gate  ; 

Ten  thousand  dangers  are  therein, 

Ten  thousand  snares  to  take  us  in. 

But  Jesus,  Sec. 
t  I  travel  through  a  world  of  woes, 

Through  conflicts  sore,  my  spirit  goes ; 

The  tempter  cries,  I  ne'er  shall  stand, 

To  reach  fair  Canaan's  happy  land. 

But  Jesus,  &c. 
,  The  way  of  danger  I  am  in, 

Beset  with  devils,  men,  and  sin  ; 

But  in  this  weary  track  I  see, 

And  mark'd  with  blood  it  seem'd  to  be. 

But  Jesus,  &c. 

>  There  are  the  footsteps  of  my  Lord, 
There  on  the  cross  he  bore  my  load  ; 
Jt  was  that  dark  that  doleful  day, 

With  streaming  blood  he  mark'd  the  way- 
Sweet  Jesus,  Sec. 

>  Come  life,  come  death,  come  then  what  will; 
His  foot-steps  I  will  follow  still  ; 
Through  dangers  thick,  and  hellValarms, 

1  shall  be  safe  in  Jesus'  arms. 
Sweet  Jesus,  &c. 

Then,  O  my  soul,  arise  and  sing, 
Yonder's  my  Saviour,  friend  and  king  ; 
With  pleasing  smiles  he  now  looks  down, 
And  cries,  press  on,  and  here's  the  crown, 
Sweet  Jesus,  Sec. 
i  My  flesh  shall  .slumber  under  ground, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  ; 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise* 


The  Christian.  226 

And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 
Sweet  Jesus,  Sec. 

226".     Common  Metre. 

From  Hymn  6,  New  Collection. 

Good-  netps  to  mourning  souls. 

COME  all  vou  longing  Pilgrims,  hear 
The  joyful  news  Til  tell, 
The  Lord  hath  brought  salvation  near, 
To  save  my  soul  from  hell ; 
'Twas  angels  brought  the  tidings  down^ 
To  shepherds  in  the  field, 
That  God  to  man  had  sent  his  Son, 
A  Saviour  had  reveal'd. 

Sing  glory,  honor  to  the  Lord, 

Salvation  to  our  King, 

Let  all  that's  wash'd  in  Jesus'  blood, 

His  glorious  praises  sing. 
Come  mourning  and  arnicted  souls, 
Draw  near  to  God  in  prayer, 
Where  Christ  his  boundless  love  unfolds* 
He  says  he'll  meet  us  there  ; 
His  gracious  presence  fills  our  souls, 
With  songs  of  loudest  praise, 
Let  all  who  want  their  Saviour  near. 
Their  hearts  and  voices  raise. 

Sing  glory,  Sec. 
There's  glory,  glory  in  my  soul, 
It  came  from  heaven  above, 
Which  makes  me  praise  my  God  so  bold* 
And  his  dear  children  love  ; 
I'll  serve  the  bleeding  Lamb  of  God, 
I  love  his  ways  so  well; 
And  he  his  precious  blood  has  spilt, 
To  save  my  soul  from  hell. 

Sing  glory,  he. 
When  weeping  Mary  came  to  seek, 


227  The  Chinrtwti. 

Her  Lord  with  a  perfume, 
The  napkin  and  the  sheet  she  found, 
There  left  within  the  tomb. 
An  angel  said,  he  is  not  here, 
He's  risen  from  the  dead, 
And  streams  of  grace  for  sinners  flow. 
As  free  as  when  he  bled. 

All  glory,  glory  to  my  King, 

He's  now  upon  his  throne. 

And  bringing  strangers  home  to  God. 

And  claims  them  for  his  own. 

227.     Tune  Chrhlmas. 

From  Hymn  15,  New  Collection, 

Ai  Parting. 

1   /""^^ft  souls  by  love  together  knit, 

\Jr    Cemented,  mix'd  in  one  ; 

One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 

'Tis  heaven  on  earth  begun  ; 
Our  hearts  have  burnt  while  Jesus  spake, 

And  glowed  with  sacred  fire  ; 
Hestop'd,  and  talk'd,  and  fed,  andbless'd, 
And  fill'd  the  enlarg'd  desire. 

CHORUS. 

A  Saviour  let  creation  sing, 
A  Saviour  let  all  heaven  ring  ; 
He's  God  with  us,  we  feel  him  ours,. 
His  fulness  in  our  soul  he  pours  ; 
'Tis  almost  done,  'tis  almost  o'er, 
We're  joining  them  who  are  gone  before, 
We  soon  shall  meet  to  part  no  more 
H  We're  soldiers  fighting  for  our  God, 
Let  trembling  cowards  fly  ; 
We'll  stand  unshaken,  firm  and  fix'd, 

With  Christ  to  live  and  die. 
Let  devils  rage,  and  hell  assail, 
We'll  cut  our  passage  through  ; 


The  Christian.  223* 

Let  foes  unite,  and  friends  desert, 
We'll  seize  the  crown  in  view. 
A  Saviour,  Sec. 

3  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heavens  are  big  with  rain  ; 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  showe-r, 

And  all  its  moisture  drain  ; 
A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows, 

Yet  pours  the  mighty  flood  ; 
Oersweeps  the  nations,  shakes  the  earth, 

Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 
A  Saviour,  Sec. 

4  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jeAvels  up, 

And  set'st  thy  starry  crown; 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 

Proclaim' d  by  thee  thine  own  ; 
May  we,  the  little  band  of  love^ 

We  sinners  sav'd  by  grace, 
From  glory  into  glory  chang'd; 
And  see  thee  face  to  face. 
A  Saviour,  Sec. 

223.     Common  Metre, 

From  Hymn  18,  New  Collection, 

Comfort  undtr  afflictions* 

1  /^IHPJST's  own  soft  hands  shall  wipe  th-s 
Vy         tears, 

From  every  weeping  eye  ; 
And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  feaf s. 
And  death  itself  shall  die. 

2  1'ow  long  dear  Saviour,  O  how  long, 

Shall  that  brght  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  swiftly  round  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

3  Then  my  beloved  take  my  soul 

Up  to  tbv  blest  abode ; 


?2$  The  Christian, 

That  face  to  face  I  may  behold, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

4  I  long  to  go,  then  farewell  woe, 

My  soul  shall  be  at  rest, 
No  more  shall  I  complain  or  sigh,- 
But  dwell  on  Jesus'  breast. 

5  Millions  of  years  secure  from  fears, 

Shall  pass  in  sweet  repose, 
While  beauties  bright  unto-  my  sight, 
Shall  their  blest  scenes  disclose. 
229.     Tunc  Springfield. 
From  Hymn  38,  New  Collection. 
The  doubting  Christian, 
1   /^^ME  all  you  mourning  pilgrims,  who 
V7         feel  your  need  of  Christ, 
Surrounded  with   temptations,  and   by   the 

the  world  despis'd  ! 
Attend  to  what  I'll  tell  you,  my  exercise  I'll 

shew, 
And  then  you  may  inform  me  if  it's  been  so 
with  you. 

2  Long  time  I   liv'd  in  darkness,  nor  saw  my 

dangerous  state  ; 
And  when  I  was  enlighten'd  I  fear'd  it  was 

too  late  : 
A  lost  and  helpless  sinner,  myself  I  plainly 

saws 
Expos'd   to  God's  displeasure,  condemned 

by  his  law. 

3  I  thought   the  brute  creation  were  better  off 

than  me — 
I  spent  my  days  In  sorrow,  no  pleasure  could 

.   J  see  ; 
Through  deep  distress  and  anguish  my  Sa- 
viour led  me  on, 


The  Ckrktia'a*.  2'^ 

2evealsd  to  me  his  favour  when  all  my  hopes 

were  gone. 
4  When  first  I   was  deiiver'd  I  scarcely  could 

believe 
That  e'er  so  vile  a  sinner  a  pardon  could  re- 
ceive ; 
And  while  his  solemn  praises  were  lowing 

from  my  tongue, 
My  fears  have  oft  suggested  that  still  I  might 

be  wrong. 
3  But  when   those  fears  were  banish'd,  then 

tears  began  to  flow, 
To  think  so  vile  a  sinner  should  be  beloved 

so: 
I  thought  my  trials  over,  and  all  my  troubles 

gone> 
'That  peace,  and  joy,  and  pleasure,  should  be 

my  lot  alone. 

6  But  soon   I  found  a  warfare,   which   ofcen 

brings  me  low, 

•The  world,  the  flesh,  and  Satan,  they  do  be- 
set me  so  : 

Can  one  whoi^  a  christian  have  such  an  hear* 
as  mine  ? 

I  fear  I  never  felt  the  effects  of  love  divine, 

7  And  when  I  see  young  converts  how   swift 

they  travel  on  ! 
How  shining  their  example  their  witness  like 

the  sun  ! 
How  bold   they  speak  for  Jesus,   how  dear 

they  love  his  name  ! 
Though  they  are  my  delight  they  put  my 

soul  to  shame. 
§  I  often  find  I'm  backward  to  do  my  Master's 


£30  The  Christian. 

Or  else  1  want  the  glory  of  what  I  do  fulfil : 
In  duty  I  am  weak,  and  alas  !   J  often  find 
A  hard  deceitful  heart,  and  a  wretched  wan- 
dering mind. 

9  Sure  others  do  not  feel  what  is  often  felt  by 

me, 
Such  trials   and  temptations  perhaps  they 

never  see  ; 
For  I'm  the  chief  of  sinners   I   freely  own 

with  Paul  ; 
Or  if  I  am  a  saint,  sure  I'm  the  least  of  all. 

10  And  now  I  have  related  what  trials  I  have 

seen, 
Perhaps  my  brethren  know  what  such  sore 

temptations  mean  : 
I  have  told  you  of  my  conflicts,  believe  my 

friends  it's  true, 
And  now  you  may  inform  me  if  it's  been  so 
with  you  ? 

230.     Long  Metre. 
From  Hymn  48,  New  Collection. 
A  hymn  fur  young  converts. 

1  ~WT^^S  converts  first  begin  to  sing 

\  J      Their  happy  souls  are  on  the  wing, 
Their  theme  is  all  reedeeming  love, 
Fain  would  they  be  with  Christ  above. 

2  With  admiration  they  behold, 

The  love  of  Christ  that  can't  be  told, 
They  view  themselves  upon  the  shore, 
And  think  the  battle  all  is  o'er. 

3  They  feel  themselves  quite  free  from'pain.. 
.    And  think  their  enemies  are  slain* 

They  make  no  doubt  but  all  is  well, 

4  And  Satan  is  cast  down  to  hell. 
They  wonder  why  old  saints  don't  sing, 


The  Christian.  2. 

And  make  the  hep.ver.ly  arches  ring  i 
Ring  with  melodious  joyful  sound, 
Because  a  prodigal  is  found. 

.5  But  'tis  not  long  before  they  feel 
Their  feeble  souls  begin  to  reel, 
They  think  their  foYmer  hopes  are  vain 9 
And  they  are  bound  in  Satan's  chain. 

6  The  morning  that  did  shine  so  bright} 
Js  turned  to  the  shades  of  night  ; 
Their  harps  that  did  with  music  ring, 
Are  now  untuned  in  ev'ry  string. 

$  Oh  !  foolish  child  why  didst  thou  boast 
In  the  enlargement  of  thy  coast  ? 
Why  dost  thou  think  to  fly  away, 
Before  thou  leav'st  this  feeble  clay  ? 

S  Come,  take  up  arms  and  face  the  field. 
Come,  gird  on  harness,  sword  and  shield, 
Stand  fast  in  faith,  fight  for  your  king, 
And  soon  the  victory  you  shall  win. 
.9  When  Satan  comes  to  tempt  your  minds, 
Then  meet  him  with  these  blessed  lines  ; 
For  Christ  our  Lord  has  swept  the  field, 
And  we're  determin'd  not  to  yield. 
231.     Tunej4rgy?e. 
From  Hymn  ~2,  New  Collection. 
Christian  under  darkness. 

r*I  TTOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 
8    1    When  Jesus  no  longer  1  see^ 

Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flbw'r 
Have  lost  all  their  sweetness  to  me. 

.>2  The  mid-summer  sun  shines  but  dim, 
The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay  ; 

.But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 
December  is  pleasant  as  May. 

•3  His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume; 


232  The  Christian. 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice  ; 
His  presence  disperses  my  g'oom. 

A. id  makes  all  within  me  reioice. 
*  I  should,  were  he  always  thus  trigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear  ; 
No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, 

My  summer  wouid  last  all  the  year. 

5  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 
My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign  ; 

No  changes  of  season  or  place, 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind. 

6  While  bless' d  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 
A  palace  a  toy  would  appear, 

And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 
if  Jesus  would  dwell  with  me  there. 

7  O  Lord,,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

And  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 
And  why  is  my  winter  so  long  ? 

8  O  drive  those  dark  clouds  from  my  sky* 
Thy  soul  cheering  presence  restore, 

Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more, 

232.  Common  Metre. 
From  Hymn  99,  New  Collection. 
A  gracious  God. 
1    ~\/fY  soul,  arise  in  joyful  lays, 
jv  8     Renounce  this  ea-thly  clod, 
Tune  all  thy  pow'rs  to  sweeiest  praise; 
And  sing,  thy  gracious  God. 
SL  When  in  my  heart  his  heav'nly  love 
He  sweetly  sheds  abroad, 
How  joyfully  he  makes  me  prove 
He  is  my  gracious  God. 
•^  When  borne  on  faith's  advent' rous  win's 


The  Christian*  ^33 

I  mount  to  his  abode 
Then,  while  I  soar,  I  sweetly  sing, 
He  is  my  gracious  God. 

4  When  Jesus  to  my  sinful  soul 

Applies  his  precious  blood, 
To  pardon,  cleanse  and  make  me  whole, 
I  sing,  my  gracious  God. 

5  In  all  my  trials  here  below, 

I'll  humbly  kiss  his  rod, 
For  this  thro'  grace  I  surely  know, 
He's  still  my  gracious  God. 

6  In  all  the  ways  thro'  which  I've  pass'd? 

And  all  the  paths  I've  trod, 
It  ever  has  appear  *d  at  last 
He's  still  my  gracious  God. 

7  When  in  my  last  departing  hour 

I  pas?  thro*  death's  cold  flood, 
Upheld  by  sovereign  love  and  pow*rr 
I'll  sing  my  gracious  God. 

8  But  when  he  shall  my  spirit  bring- 

To  heav'n,  my  bless'd  abode, 
There  to  eternity  Til  sing, 
Thou  art  my  gracious  God. 

233.  Long  Metre. 
From  Hymn  100.  New  Collection. 
Bevare  lest  thou- forget  the  Lord,     Dent.  vi.  \oi 
TTEND,  my  soul,  the  sacred  page. 
Let  all  its  truths  thy  pow'rs  engage  ; 
And  mark  this  passage  on  record, 
Beware,  lest  thou  forget  the  Lord. 
My  sinful  nature  proves,  indeed. 
That  I  this  caution  dailv  need  ; 
O  may  it  in  my  heart  be  stord, 
Beware,  lest  thou  forget  rhe  Lore. 
If  hesrltV  and  wealth,  ^tfJjoyifcWjnih 


1.J4;  The  Christian. 

Andall  my  lower  hopes  are  crown'd'; 
Then,  O  my  soul,  this  truth  regard, 
Beware,  lest  thou  forget  the  Lord, 

4  Or,  if  quite  diff'rent  scenes  appear, 
An-d  want  and  poverty  are  here  ; 
And  thou  from  earthly  jars  art  barr'd, 
Beware,  lest  thou  forget  the  Lord. 

5  If  in  thee  fierce  temptations  rage, 
Or  hosts  of  hell  thv  soul  engage, 
Then  be  thou  mindful  of  this  word, 
Beware,  lest  thou  forget  the  Lord. 

§  Thro'  all  my  pilgrimage  below, 
Jn  paths  or  comfort  or  of  woe  ! 
And  when  thou  death's  cold  stream  shall  ford. 
Beware,  lest  thou  forget  the  Lord. 

1   Look  up,  my  soul,  and  onward  press, 
Leaning  on  a'i-sufficient  grace  ; 
And  come^what  will,  think  on  this  word, 
Beware,  lest  thou  forget  the  Lord. 

254.  Common  Metre. 

From  Hymii'103,  New   Collection; 

The  sloxs  traveller. 

1  /*"\H  !   happy  soul,  how  fast  you  go, 
V-/    And  leave  me  here  behind  ; 
Don't  stop  for, me  for  now  I  see 

The  Lord  is  just  and  kind. 

2  Go  on,  go  on,  my  soul  says  go, 

And  I'll  come  after  you  ; 
Tho*  I'm  behind,  yet  J  can  find, 
I'll  sing  hosanna  too. 

3  God  give  you  strength  that  you  may  rtKJ, 

And  keep  your  footsteps  right  : 
Tho'  fast  you  go,  and  I  so  slow, 
You  are  not  out  of  sight. 

4  When  you  get  to  those  worlds  above, 


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And  ail  their  glories  see  ; 
When  you  get  home  your  work  is  clone^ 
Then  look  you  out  for  me. 

5  For  I  will  come  fast  as  I  can, 

Along  the  way  I'll  steer  ; 
Lord  give  me  strength,  I  shall  at  length* 
Be  one  amongst  you  there, 

6  There  altogether  we  shall  be, 

Together  we  shall  sing  • 
Together  wTe  shall  praise  our  God 
And  everlasting  King* 

235.  Long  Metre. 

From  Hymn  118,  New  Collection. 

Blessed  are  the  pure  in  heart,  &c.   Matt.  v.  8:- 

1  TESUS,  before  thee  I  appear, 

J    My  earnest  supplication  hear  ; 
fountain  of  every  grace  thou  art, 

0  give  me  purity  of  heart. 

2  The  pure  in  heart  thy  lips  havebless'd, 
They  shall  see  God  and  in  him  rest  J- 
This  blessing,  Lord,  to  rrre  impart, 

A  real  purity  of  heart. 

3  I  hate,  dear  Lord,  my  inbred  sin, 
It  dwells,  and  oh,  it  works  within,  t 

1  feel  its  deep  envenom'd  dart, 
Yeflong  for  purity  of  heart. 

4  Let  all  my  conduct  be  sincere  ; 
Thy  grace  in  heart  and  life  appear  •; 
Then  heart  and  life  shall  ever  be 
An  unison  of  praise  to  thee. 

5  Bring  me,  at  last,  by  sovereign  love* 
Safe  to  the  blessed  world  above, 
There  to  possess  the  glorious  par^ 
A  perfect  purity  of  heart. 


'236,  Z37  Tht  Christian. 

23 o.     Tune  Springfield* 
From  J.  It's.  Selection,  Hymn  3-01, 
The  Pilgrim's  Song. 
»    "Ty  ISE  my  soul  and  stretch  thy  wings, 
X\.  Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things, 

T'wards  heaven  thy  native  place. 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay, 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove  : 
Rise  my  soul  and  haste  away, 
To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course  ; 
Fire  ascending  seeks  the  sun, 

Both  speed  them  to  their  sourqer; 
Thus  a  soul  new  born  of  God 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face. 
Upwards  tends  to  his  abode^ 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

3  Cease,  ye  p'll^rrms,  cease  to  mourn  ; 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  the  Saviour  will  return 
Triumphant  in  the  skies  : 
Yet  a  season  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  gi^'n, 
All  your  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchang'd  for  heaven. 

237.  Tune  Jubilee. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  304- 
The  Christian's  spiritual  voyage, 
\  TESU^  at  thy  command, 

%3     1  launch  into  the  deep  ; 
And  leave  my  native  land, 
Where  sin  lulls  all  asleep  ; 
For  thee  1  would  the  world  resign. 


The  Christian.  238 

And  sail  to  heaven  with  t-hee  and  thine". 

Thou  art  my  pilot  wise  : 

My  compass  is  thy  word  : 

My  soul  each  storm  defies, 

While  1  have  such  a  Lord  I 
I  trust  thy  faithfulness  and  power 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour, 

Tho'  rocks  and  quicksands  deep 

Thro'  all  my  passage  lie  ; 

Yet  Christ  will  safely  keep, 

And  guide  me  with  his  eye  : 
My  anchor  hope  shall  firm  abide, 
And  I  each  boisterous  storm  outride, 

By  faith  I  see  the  land, 

The  port  of  endless  rest  : 

My  soul  thy  sails  expand* 

And  fly  to  Jesus*  breast  I 
O  may  I  reach  the  hea\enly  shore, 
Where  winds  and  waves  distress  no  mote  - 

Whene'er  beealm'd  1  He, 

And  storms  forbear  to  toss  ; 

Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  still  nigh, 

Lest  I  should  suffer  loss-: 
For  more  the  treacherous  calm  I  dread/ 
Than  tempests  bursting  o'er  my  head/ 

Come  Holy  Ghost,  and  blow 

A  prosperous  gale  of  grace, 

Waft  me  from  all  below, 

To  heaven,  my  destin'd  place  I 
Then  in  full  sail,  my  port  I'll  find, 
And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind, 

238.     Common  Metre. 

From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  320. 

Watchfulness  and  prayer.   Mut.  xxvi,  41* 

ALAS,  what  hourly  dangers  rise  I 
What  snares  beset  ray  way  !, 


23p  The  Christian. 

To  heaven  O  let  me  lift  my  eyee, 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 
ci  How  oft  my  mournful  thou £; h t s complain , 
And  melt  in  flowing  tears  ! 
My  weak  resistance,  ah,  how  vain! 
How  strong  my  foes  and  fears. 

3  O  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  lite, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid  ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive., 
Tho'  trembling  and  afraid. 

4  IriCiease  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail; 
And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
Or  soon  my  strengtli  will  fail. 
15  Whene'er  temptations  fnght  my  hejyj,. 
Or  lure  my  feet  aside, 
My  God,  thy  powerful  aid  impart, 
My  guardian  and  my  guide. 
f)   O  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 
And  bid  the  tempter  flee  ; 
And  let  me  never,  never  stray 
From  happiness  and  thee. 

239.  Long  Metre. 

From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  3&3. 

Rising  to  God. 

1  "T^TOW  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime, 
Jl^I     Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time  ; 
Draw  back  the  parting  veil,  and  see 

The  glories  of  eternity 

2  Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth, 

Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth,  r 
Why  grasp  at  transitory,  toys, 
So  near  to  heaven'^  eternal  joys  ? 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road. 
When  we  are  waik'fns  back  to  God  f 


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For  strangers  into  life  we  comer 
And  dying  is  but  going  home. 
Welcome,  sweet  hour  of  full  discharge, 
That  sets  our  longing  souls  at  large  j 
Unbinds  our  chaias,  breaks  up  our  cell^ 
And  gives  us  with  our  God  to  dwell. 
To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  his  love 
Is  the  full  heaven  enjoy'd  above  ; 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now 
Is  the  young  dawn  of  heaven  below. 
240.  Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R*s.  Selection,  Hymn  328. 
The  Christian  farrior,  animated  and  crowned. 
Rev,  li.  10. 

HMXK  !  'tis  our  heavenly  Leader's  voice 
From  his  triumphant  seat  ; 
'Midst  all  the  war's  tumultuous  noise, 

How  powerful  and  how  sweet  1 
*'  Fight  on,  my  faithful  baad,"  he  cries, 

4i  Nor  fear  the  mortal  blow  : 
Who  first  in  such  a  warfare  dies, 

Shall  speediest  victory  know, 
lhave  my  days  of  combat  known, 

And  in  the  dust  was  laid  ; 
But  thence  I  mounted  to  my  throne^ 

And  glory  crowns  my  head. 
That  throne,  that  glory,  you  shall  share  t   - 

My  hands  the  crown  shall  give  ; 
And  you  the  sparkling  honors  wear, 

While  God  himself  shall  live." 
Lord,  'tis  enough  our  souls  are  fir'J 

With  courage  and  with  love; 
Vain  are  the  assaults  of  earth  and  hell, 

Our  hopes  are  nVJ  above..- 


2^ ,  242.  Worship, 

Worship.     Private  worship, 

241 .  Long-  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  122. 

Retirement  and  ?neditation. 

1  1\/1"Y  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 

1  T  1    A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee  ! 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  jove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passion  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth  ? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go  l 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense, 
One  sov'reign  word  can  draw  me  thence  ; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 

And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth  with  ali  her  scenes  withdsavvn  i 
Let  noi^e  and  vanity  begone  : 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind, 

My  heav'n,  and  there  my  God  I  find. 

242.  Long  Metre. 

From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn,  330. 
Reading  the  Scriptures. 

1  ^"""1  REAT  God,   oppress' d  with  grief  and 
IjT     fear 

I  take  thy  book,  and  hope  to  find 
Some  gracious  word  of  promise  there, 
To  sooth  the  sorrows  of  my  mind  : 

2  I  turn  the  sacred  volume  o'er, 

And  search  with  care  from  page  to  page  ; 
Of  threatninrjs  find  an  ample  store, 
But  nought  that  can  my  grief  assuage. 

3  And  is  there  nought  ?   forbid  dear  Lord, 
So  base  a  thought  should  e'er,  arise  ; 


<&  Private  Worship.  243 

I'll  search  again,  and  while  I  search, 

0  may  the  scales  fall  off  mine  eyes  ! 

4  'Tis  done,  and  with  transporting  joy, 

1  read  the  heav'n  inspir'd  lines  ; 
There  mercy  spreads  its  brightest  beams, 
And  truth  with  dazzling  lustre  shines. 

5  Her's  heavenly  food  for  hungry  souls, 
And  mines  of  gold  to  enrich  the  poor  ; 
Here's  healing  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  salve  for  every  festering  sore. 

243.     Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's,  Selection,  Hymn  SSi, 
Self  examination.  Gal.  iv.  19,  20. 
2   "T~WTHAT  strange  perplexities  arise  I 
y  y      What  anxious  fears  and  jealousies  ? 
What  crowds  in  doubtful  light  appear  I 
How  few,  alas,  approv'd  and  clear  ! 

2  And  what  am  I  ?  My  soul  awake,  - 
And  an  impartial  survey" take  : 
Does  no  dark  sign  no  ground  of  fear, 
In  practice  or  in  heart  appear  ? 

3  What  image  does  my  spirit  bear  ? 
Is  Jesus  form'd  and  living  there  ? 
Say,  do  his  lineaments  divine 

In  thought,  and  word,  and  action  shiner 

4  Searcher  of  hearts,  O  search  me  still ; 
The  secrets  of  my  soul  reveal  ; 

My  fears  remove,  let  me  appear 
To  God,  and  my  own  conscience  clear. 
5v Scatter  the  clouds,  which  o'er  my  head 
Thick  glooms  of  dubious  terrors  spread^ 
Lead  me  into  celestial  day, 
And  to  myself,  myself  display. 

6  May  I  at  that  bless' d  world  arive, 

Where  Christ  through  all  my  soul  shall  livc> 

T 


244,  24£  family  Worship, 

And  give  futl  proof  that  he  is  there, 
Without  one  gloomy  doubt  or  fear  ! 


Family  worship. 

244.   Common  Metre. 

From  J.  K*s.  Selection,   Hymn  333, 

Gainer  to  a  new  habitation. 

1  £~~^i  REATGod,  where'er  we  pitch  our  tenf, 
\JT  X-ct  us  an  altar  raise  ; 

And  there  with  humble  frame  present 
Our  sacrifice  of  praise. 

2  To  rhee  we  give  our  health  and  strength, 

While  health  and  strength  shall  last, 
For  future  mercies  humbly  trust, 
Nor  e'er  forget  the  past. 

24 o.    Common  Metre. 

From  1.  W.  Book  1,  Hymn  IS 6. 

Sincerity  anil  hypocrisy;  or,  formality  vt  n'orshin* 

John  iv.  24.     Psalm  exxxix.  23,  24. 
J    /^i  OD  is  a  spirit,  just  and  wise, 
\_3T   He  sees  our  inmost  mind  : 
]n  vain  to  heaven  we  raise  our  cries 
And  leave  our  souls  behind. 
2  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne, 
With  honor  can  appear  : 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known 
Through  the  disguise  they  wear. 
9   Their  lifted  eyes  salute  the  skies, 
Their  bending  knees  the  ground  : 
But  God  abhors  the  sacrifice, 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 
4  Lord,  search  my  thoughts  and  try  my  ways,. 
And  make  my  soul  sincete  ; 
Then  shall  I  stand  before  thy  face, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 


Family  Worship,  .  246",  247 

246.  Short  Metre. 

From  Hymn  70,  New  Collection. 
Jin  evening  hymn. 

1  fYlHE  day  is  past  and  gone, 

M.      The  evening  shades  appear  ; 
<■)  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near, 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beJs  to  rest ; 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  ns  all, 
Of  what  we  here  possess. 

3  Lord  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
'Til  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  if  we  early  rise, 

And  view  th'  unweary'd  sun, 
May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 

And  we  from  time  remove, 

0  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 

247.  Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W.Psal.  4. 

An  evening  Psalm, 

1  TT    ORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pf?ry  ; 

m  J  I  am  forever  thine  ; 

1  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 

Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 

2  And  while  J  rest  my  weary  head, 

From  cares  and  business  free, 

'Tis  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed, 

With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice  ; 


248,  249  Family  Worship. 

And  when  my  work  is  dene, 
Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  gace  alone. 
4  Thus  with  my  thoughts  composed  to  peace, 
I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep  : 
Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 

248.  Tune  Ncv-Milford. 
From  Hymn  73,  Now  Collection. 

A  7noming  hymn. 
I  VTO'Vthe  shades  of  night  are  gone, 

X\     Now  the  morning  light  is  come; 

Lard  wt  would  be  thine  to-day, 

Drive  the  shades  of  sin  away, 
•&  Make  our  souls  as  noon-day  clear, 

Banish  ev'ry  doubt  and  fear  ; 

In  thy  vineyard,  Lord,  to*day. 

We  would  labour — we  would  pray. 
-3  Keep  our  haughty  passions  bound, 

Rising  up  and  sitting  down, 

Going  out  and  coming  in, 

Keep  us  safe  from  ev'iy  sin. 
4  When  our  work  of  life  is  past, 

O  !  receive  us  then  at  last  i 

Labour  then  will  all  be  o'er, 

Nighr  of  sin  will  be  no  more. 

249.  Tune  Neiv-Milfurd. 
From  Hymn  90,  New  Collection 

The  Christian  salutation.      !: 
.1  TJEACE  be  unto  this  house, 
jL     The  Son  of  peace  draw  near  ; 
But  has  my  Master's  Son 
A  tabernacle  here  ? 
If  so,  then  I  will  hear  remain, 
If  net,  adieu,  I'll  go  again. 


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2  My  Master  sent  me  here, 
His  Son  a  bride  to  find, 
If  to  him  you  appear, 

If  to  him  you  are  kind  ; 

If  so,  come  go  with  me  to-day? 

If  not  I'll  go  another  way. 

3  Led,  send  thy  spirit  forth, 
Incline  the  bear*  also  ; 
Lord,  grant  Rebecca's  voice, 
1  with  the  man  will  go  ; 

'Twould  make  thy  servants  all  rejoice,, 

To  hear  one  speak  with  such  a  voice. 

250.  Short  Metre. 

From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  336. 

Prayer  for  infants ;  or,  children,  day  by  day  gtt- 

en  to  God, 

1  £~^  RE  AT  God,  now  condescend, 

V_X  To  bless  our  rising  race  ; 
p 

Soon  may  their  willing  spirits  bend 
To  thy  victorious  grace  ! 

2  O  what  a  vast  delight 
Their  happiness  to  see? 

Our  warmest  wishes  all  unite,, 
To  lead  their  souls  to  thee. 
£       Dear  Lord,  thy  spirit  pour 
Upon  our  infant  seed, 
O  bring  the  long'd-for  happy  hour 
That  makes  them  thine  indeed. 

4  May  they  receive  thy  word, 
Confess  the  Saviour's  name, 

Then  follow  their  despised  Lord, 
Thro'  the  baptismal  stream. 

5  Thus  let  cor  favor' d  race 
Surround  thy  sacred  board, 

There  to  adore  thy  sovereign  grace ? 
And  sing  their  dying  Lord. 


o 

T  " 


251  Public  Worship 

Public  worship., 

-       25 1 .     Tune  Nev-Milford. 
From  J.  ITs.  SeFection,  Hymn  33,8. 
On  opening  a  place  of  worship.        < 
i         FN  sweet  exalted  strains 

JL  The  King  of  glory  praise; 
O'er  heaven  and  earth  he  reigns, 
Thro'  everlasting  days  ; 
He,  with  a  nod,  the  world  controls 
Sustains  or  sinks  the  distant  poles. 
5       To  earth  he  bends  his  throne, 
His  throne  of  grace  divine  ; 
Wide  is  his  bounty  known, 
And  wide  his  glories  shine  : 
Fair  Salem,  still  his  chosen  rest, 
Is  with  his  smiles  and  presence  blest. 
3       Then,  King  of  glory  come, 
And  with  thy  favour  crown 
'This  temple  as  thy  dome, 
This  temple  as  thy  own  : 
Beneath  this  roof,  O  deign  to  show, 
How  God  can  dwell  with  men  below*. 
At       Here,  may  thine  ears  attend 
Our  interceding  cries, 
And  grateful  praise  ascend 
All  fragrant  to  the  skies  : 
Here  may  ihy  word  melodious  sound, 
And  spread  celestial  joys  around. 
5       Here  may  th*  attentive  throng 
Imbibe  thy  truth  and  love, 
And  converts  join  the  song 
Of  seraphims  above  ;  % 
And  willing  crowds  surround  thy  boar^ 
With  6acred  joy  and  sweet  accord, 


Public  Worship,  25i 

£       Here,  may  our  unborn  sons 

And  daughters  sound  thy  praise, 
And  shine  like  polish 'd  stones, 
Thro'  long  succeeding  days  ; 
Here,  Lord,  display  thy  saving  power, 
While  temples  stand  and  men  adore. 
252.     Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Psal.,122, 
Going 'to  Church. 
I   TT  J"OW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  he*a? 
JLjL   My  friends  devoutly  say, 
**  Jn  Zion  let  us  all  appear 
And  keep  the  solemn  day." 
9,  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road  ; 
The  church  adorn'd  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  show  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts  with  joy  unknown 

The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints  ; 

And  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  smners  from  the  saints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  joy  a  constant  guest  I 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace 

Be  her  attendants  blest  ! 
5  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 

While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 
There  my  best  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 

There  God  my  Saviour  reigntt 


253,  354  Public  Worship. 

253.  Short  Metres 

From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  $4*, 
The  pleasures  of  social  worship. 
I  "~H~  OW  charming  is  the  place, 

JL  jL  Where  my  Redeemer  God 
Unveils  the  beauties  of  his  face, 
And  sheds  his  love  abroad  ! 
2.       Not  the  fair  palaces 

To  which  the  great  resort, 
Are  once  to  be  compar'd  with  thi?> 
Where  Jesus  holds  his  court. 

3  Here  on  the  mercy  seat, 
With  radiant  glory  crownM 

Our  joyful  eyes  behold  him  sit, 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

4  To  him  their  prayers  and  cries 
Each  humble  soul  presents  ; 

He  listens  to  their  broken  sighs* 
And  grant?  them  all  their  want?:. 

5  To  them  his  sovereign  will 
He  graciously  imparts  : 

And  in  return  accepts  with  smile?, 
The  tribute  of  their  hearts. 

6  Give  me,  O  Lord,  a  place 
Within  thy  blest  abode, 

Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, 
The  servants  of  my  God. 

254.  Tune  Newark. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  342. 

The  excellency  of  public  worship. 

1    T    ORD  of  hosts,  how  lovely  fair, 
JLJL  K'en  on  earth,  thy  temples  are  ; 
Yiete  thy  waiting  people  see 
Mach  of  heaven  and  much  of  thee, 

9  From  thy  gracious  presence  flows. 


Public  Worship,  £&5 

BHss  that  softens  all  our  woes  ! 
While  thy  spirit's  holy  fire 
Warms  our  hearts  with  pure  desire. 

3  Here  we  supplicate  thy  throne, 
Here  thou  mak'st  thy  glories  known  ; 
Here  we  learn  thy  righteous  ways, 
Taste  thy  love  and  sing  thy  praise; 

4  Thus  with  festive  songs  of  joy 
We  our  happy  lives  employ  ; 
Love  and  long  to  love  thee  more, 
'TilJ  from  earth  to  heav*n  we  soar. 

255.  Short  Metre. 

From  J.  W.  Psalm  48,  Part  2. 

The'  beauty  of  the.  church  ;  or,  gospel  worship  atid 

order. 

1  "MjIAR  as  thy  name  is  known 

J§j     The  world  declares  thy  praise  ; 
Thy  saints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
Their  songs  of  honor  raise. 

2  With  joy  thy  people  stand 

On  Zion's  chosen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counsels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  strangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compass  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well. 

4  The  orders  of  thy  house, 

The  worship  of  thy  court, 
The  cheerful  songs  the  solemn  vow's, 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  haw  wise  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eye?, 
And  rkes  adorn'd  with  solcf: 


256  Public  Wonhip* 

G  The  God  we  worship  now 
Wiii  guide  us  till  we  die  ; 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below- 
And  ours  above  the  sky. 

256*.  Long  Metre. 
From  I.  \V.  Psal.  84,  Part  1. 
The  plcasttrts  of  public  isorhhip. 
«    TjOW  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 
J~JL.  O  Lord  of  hosts,  thy  dwellings  are 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints, 
To  meet  th*  assemblies  of  thy  saints. 

2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode  ; 
My  panting  heart  cnes  out  for  God  ; 
My  God  !  my  Kiwg  !  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee. 

3  The  sparrow  chooses  where  to  rest, 
And  for  her  young  provides  her  nest ; 
But  will  my  God  to  sparrows  grant 
That  pleasure  which  his  children  want.  • 

4  Blest  are  the  saints  who  sit  on  high, 
Around  thy  throne  above  the  sky  ; 
Thy  briglites  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

5  Blest  are  the  souls  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temples  of  thy  grace  ; 
There  to  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  seek  thy  face  and  learn  thy  praise. 

b  Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Sion's  gate  : 
G.v-i  »s  their  strength  ;  and  thro*  the  road 
They  lean  «ipon  their  helper,  God. 

7   Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  strength, 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length  ; 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 
And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 


, 


Public  Worship.  237,  258 

257.  Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  15. 

The  enjoyment  of  Christ  ;  or,  delight  in  worship. 

FAR  from   my  thoughts,  vaiii  world  be- 
gone, 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone  ; 
Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  see, 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee. 

•  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire  : 
Come,  my  dear  Jesus  from  above, 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heav'nly  love, 
[The  trees  of  life  immortal  stand 
In  beauteous  rows  at  thy  right  hand, 
And  in  sweet  murmurs  by  their  sides 
Rivers  of  bliss  perpetual  glide. 

;  Haste  then,  but  with  a  smiling  face, 
And  spread  the  table  of  thy  grace  : 
Bring  down  a  taste  of  truth  divine, 
And  cheer  my  heart  with  sacred  wine .] 
Biess'd  Jesus,  what  delicious  fare, 
How  sweet  thy  entertainments  are  1 
Never  did  angels  taste  above- 
Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love. 

\  Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine  I 
Jn  thee  thy  Father's  glories  shine  ; 
Thou  brightest,  sweetest,  fairest  One, 
That  eyes  have  seen,  or  angels  known. 

258.  Short  Metre. 

From  J.  It's.  Selection,  Hymn  345, 
-Forms  vain  without  religion. 

ALMIGHTY  maker  God  ! 
How  wond'rous  is  thy  name  ! 
.  Thy  glories  how  diffus*d  abroad 
Thro*  the  creation's  frame  * 


3£9  Lord? s-fi  ail, 

2       Nature  in  every  dress 

Her  humble  homage  pays, 
Aud  finds  a  thousand  ways  t' express 
Thine  undissembled  praise, 
$       My  soul  would  rise  and  sing 
Toher  Creator  too, 
Fain  would  my  tongue  adore  my  King, 
And  pay  the  worship  due. 

4  [But  pride,  that  busy  sin, 
Spoils  all  that  I  perform, 

Curs'd  pride,  that  creeps  securely  in.? 
And  swells  a  haughty  worm.] 

5  Create  my  soul  anew, 
Else  all  my  worship's  vain  ; 

This  wretched  heart  will  ne'er  betrue# 
Until  ktis  form'da^ain.  * 

6  Let  joy  and  worship  spend 
The  remnant  of  my  days, 

And  to  my  God  my  soul  ascend 
In  sweet  perfumes  of  praise. 

Lords-Day. 

259.  Common  Metre.. 
From  I.  W.  Psalm.  5. 
For  the  hor(Cs-day  morning. 
1  T    ORD,  in  the  morning  thou  shall  hear 
1  A  My  voice  ascending  high  ; 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 
%  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 
To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 


Lord's  Day.  260 

Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand 
Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 
But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort,  i. 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 

And  worship  in  thy  fear. 
O  may  thy  spirit  giiide  my  feet. 

In  ways  of  righteousness, 

Make  every  path  of  duty  strait, 

And  plain  before  my  face. 

2&0.  Common  Metre. 

From  I.  W.  Psalm  63,  Part  1 . 

The  morning  of  a  Lord's  day. 

EARLY,  my  God,  without  delay* 
I  haste  to  seek  thy  face  ;  . 
My  thirsty  ?pirit  faints  away 

Without  thy  cheering  grace. 
So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand 

Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Loner  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand. 

And  they  must  drink  or  die. 
I've  seen  thy  glory  and  thy  pow'r 

Thro'  all  thy  temple  shine  ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heav'nly  hour, 

That  vision  so  divine. 
Not  all  the  blessings  of  a  feast 

Can  please  my  soul  so  well, 
As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  taste, 

And  in  thy  presence  dwell. 
Not  life  itself  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  best  passions  move, 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice. 

As  thy  ilrgiving  love. 


261,262  Lord's  Daj,. 

6  T  rjs  till  my  last  expiring  day 
j'il  bkss  my  God  and  King  :- 
Xflus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 

261.     Common  Metre. 

From  I.  W.  Psalm  118,  Part  4. 

Hosannah,  the  Lord's  day  ;  or,  Christ's  restirrtC* 

tion,  and  cur  salvation. 
!  w  |  ^HlSis  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 
JL     He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad. 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  roseand  left  the  dead  ; 

And  Satan's  empire  fell  ; 
To-day  the  saints  hia  triumph  spread. 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosannah  to  the  annointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son, 
Help  us,  O  Lord,  descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Bkstbe  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  man 

With  messages  of  grace  : 
Who  come*  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

5  Hosannah  in  the  highest  strains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raise  ; 
The  highest  heav\>s,  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 
262.  Short  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Psul.  11  &. 
An  hosannah  for  the  Lord's  daij  ;  or,  a  Jtep  song  of 

salvation  by  Christ 
1    nV.E  what  a  living  Stone 
J5  The  builders  did  refuse  :  ,, 
"Yet  God  hath  kuilt  his  chuicli'tbcrccn     , 


Lord's  Day.  'SSS 

In  spite  of  envious  Jews. 
ic  The  scribe  and  angry  priest 
Reject  thine  only  Son  ; 
Yet  on  this  rock  shall  Siontest, 
As  the  chief  corner  stone. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 

And  wond'ious  in  our  eyes •; 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine, 
This  day  did  Jesus  rise. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  day 

That  our  Redeemer  tnade-4 

Let  us  rejoice  and  sing  and  pray., 

Let  all  the  church  be. glad. 

5  Hosamiah  t©  the  King 

Of  David's  royal  blood : 
Bless  him,  ye  -saints,  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 
'£  We  bless  thine  hoi-y  word 

Which  all  this  grace  displays; 
Arid  offer  on  thine  altar,  JJord, 
Out  sacrifice  of  praise. 

263.     Short  Metre. 

From  I.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  14. 

The  Lord1  s  day  ;  or ',  delight  in  ordinance 

1  X7TTELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

V  V      That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes! 

2  The  king  himself  comes  neai% 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day; 
Here  we  may  sit  and  see  him  here* 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray,. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  beefi> 
Is  sweeter  tiun  ten  thousand  days 


264  Lord's  Dny. 

Of  pleasurable  sin. 
4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 
In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herselt  away, 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

264.  Short  Metre. 
From  Hymn  lb",  New  Collection.-* 
Before  preaching . 

1  DE  with  me,   Lord  to-day, 

JLj   And  heaven iy  strength  afford  ; 

Teach  me  love,  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  preach  thy  glorious  word. 

2  Inflame  my  soul  with  love, 
Inspire  my  tongue  of  clay  ; 

May  the  good  spirit  fiom  above, 
Be  shed  abroad  to-day. 

3  Paul  here  might  plant  in  vain, 
Appollos  work  for  nought  ; 

Except  thy  grace  like  showers  of  rain % 
Should  water  what  they  brought, 

4  May  sinners  hear  thy  word, 
And  taste  the  promis'd  grace  ; 

O  send  thy  power  and  truth  abroad;- 
Bring  in  the  chosen   race. 

5  Say  to  the  north  give  up, 
Nor  dare  keep  back,  O  south  ; 

Ye  nations  fly  to  Zion's  gate, 
And  hearken  to  their  voice. 
fi       May  Turks  and  Pagans  hear, 
And  Jews  ob-y  thy  word  : 

That  all  the  nations  far  and  near. 
May  trust  and  praise  the  Lord. 


Lord's  Day.  .«$$ 

265.  Common  Metre. 
!*rom  Hymn  5:3,  New  Collection." 
The  Lord's  day. 

1  TJTAIL  glorious  day,  when  from  the  ckajl 
AJL  My  blest  Redeemer  rose  ; 

Bruis'd  the  old  serpent  on  his  head, 
And  vanquish'd  all  his  foes. 

2  God's  temple  gates  now  open  stand,. 

To  give  me  entrance  in  ; 
Whilst  my  Redemer  is  at 'hand, 
To  answer  for  my  sin. 

3  There  I  may  hear  his  saving  word* 

And  see  his  smiling  face  ; 
Join  in  the  triumphs  of  my  Lord* 
And  praise  his  saving  grace. 
%  There  may  1  learn  his  blessed  wiiJ, 
The  way  to  heav'nly  rest ; 
And  by  his  grace  acquit e  the  skilJ, 
To  to  rnn  the  heavenly  race. 
5  His  kind  influence  on  my  heart, 
The  heavenly  dove  will  pour  ; 
He'll  life,  and  light,  and  joy  impart, 
And  teach  me  to  adore. 
5  He'll  kindle  up  an  heav'nly  fire, 
And  make  devotion  glow  ;   ,. 
Teach  my  affections  to  aspire, 
And  leave  the  things  below. 
f  Delightful  day  1  but  quickly  gone, 
Soon  are  thy  visits  o'er  ; 
When  will  my  Sabbath  be  begun,  _. 
And  never  end  no  more  Z 


Z.'* 


26S  Lord's  Day'. 

266.     Tune  \36  Psalm. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  349 

1  A    W  AKE,  our  drowsy  souls, 
2~\_  Shake  off  each  slothful  band, 
The  wonders  of  this  day 

Our  noblest  son»s  demand. 
-Auspicious  morn,  thy  blissful  rays, 
Bright  seraphs  hail  in  songs  of  praise. 

2  At  thv  approaching  dawn, 
Reluctant  death  resigned, 
The  glorious  prince  of  life, 
Its  dark  domains  confin'd  : 

111'  angelic  hosts  around  him  bends, 
And  'midst  their  shouts  the  God  ascends,- 

3  Ail  hail,  triumphant-  Lord, 
Heaven  with  hosannahs  rings  ; 
While  earth,  in  humbler  strains, 
Thy  praise  responsive  sings  : 

Worthy  art  thou  who  once  was  slain, 
Thro'  endless  years  to  live  and  reign, 

4  Gitd  on,  great  God,  thy  sword, 
Ascend  thy  conquering  car, 
Whilejustice,  truth  and  love, 

»     Maintain  the  glorious  war  : 
Victorious  thou,  thy  foes  shall  tread, 
And  sin  and  hell  in  triumph  lead. 

5  Make  bare  thy  potent  arm, 
And  wing  th'  unerring  dart, 
With  salutary  pangs, 

To  eai  h  rebellious  heart  ;' 
Then  dying  souls  for  life  shalfsue, 
Numerous  us  drops  of  morning  dew* 


Lord\  Da,'.  267,  258 

267.     Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  352. 
The  eternal  Sabbath,      Heb.  iv.  9. 

1  f  I  THINE  eaithly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love,f 

1      Bat  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 
To  that  our  laboring  souls  aspire 
With  ardent  pangs  of  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress  ; 
Nor  sin,  nor  hell  shall  reach  the  place  ; 
No  groans  to  mingle  with  the  songs, 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  ibes  ; 
No  cares  to  break  their  long  repose  ; 
No  midr.ight  shade,  no  clouded  sun. 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

.4  Thine  earthly  sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love, 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 
To  that  our  labouring  souls  aspire 
With  ardent  pangs  of  strong  desire. 
268.  Long  Metre. 
From  J.  W.  Psalm  92,  Part  1, 
A  psalm  for  the  Lord's  day. 

1  QWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King"? 
O  To  piaise  thy  name  give  thanks  and  sing? 
To  shew  thy  love  by  morning  light, 

And  talk  of  all  thy*truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest, 

Mo  mortal  care  shall  seize  my  breast, 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound  ! 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works  and  bless  his  word, 
Thy  works  of  grace  how  bright  they  shine  1 
How  deep  thy  councils  !  how  divine  ! 

4  Fools  never  raise  their  thoughts  so  high  ; 


26$  Before  Prayer. 

Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die 
Like  grass  they  flourish,  till  thy  breath, 
Blasts  them  in  everlasting  death. 

5  But  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refin'd  my  heart; 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed 
Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head. 

6  Sin  (my  worst  enemy  before) 

Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more*;  " 
My  inward  foes  shall  all  be  slain, 
Nor  Safari  break  my  peace  again. 
?  Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know* 
All  I  desir'd  or  wisji'd  below  : 
And  ev'ry  power  find  sweet  employ 
Tn  that  eternal  world  of  joy* 


Before  Prayer. 

269.  Common  Metre. 

From  Hymn  93,  New  Collection. 

At  the  meeting  of  Friends. 

1  "Y^KTELL  met,  dear  friends,  in  Jesus*  name,, 

f  J      Come  let  us  now  rejoice, 
While  we  our  Sawour's  praise  proclaim, 
With  cheerful  hearts  and  voice. 

2  But  O  !  dear  Jesus,  Lamb  of  God, 

Send  down  the  heavn'ly  dove, 
His  graces  to  diffuse  abroad. 
To  warm  our  hearts  with  love. 
Z  In  vain,  dear  Saviour,  here  we  meet, 
Except  thy  face  we  see  ; 
Thy  presence  makes  a  heav'n  most  sweet. 
Whene'er  we  meet  with  thee. 
4  A  dangeon  shews  a  heav'nly  dawn. 


Before  Prayer,  270 

When  there  with  thee  we  dwell  ; 
But  when  thy  presence  is  withdrawn, 

A  palace  proves  a  hell. 
Then  O  I  dear  Jesus,  condescend 

To  meet  us  with  a  smile  ; 
Thy  spirit's  quick'ning  infl'nce  send, 

And  cleanse  our  hearts  from  guile. 
That  at  the  close  each  one  may  say, 

U  We  meet  not  here  in  vain  ; 
For  we  have  tasted  heav'n  to-day, 
Nor  could  we  more  contain." 
270.     Short  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Psalm  62? 
Seeking  God. 

MY  God,  permit  my  tongue 
This  joy  to  call  thee  mine  : 
And  let  my.  early  cries  prevail 

To  taste  thy  love  divine. 
My  thirsty  fainting  sou! 

Thy  mercy  does  implore  : 
Not  travellers  in  desert  lands 

Can  pant  for  water  more. 
Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 

I  long  to  find  my  place, 
Thy  pow'r  and  glory  to  behold, 

And  feel  thy  quick'ning  grace,. 
For  life  without  thy  love 

No  relish  can  afford  ; 
No  joy  can  be  compard  with  ♦•his. 

To  serve  and  praise  the  Lord, 
To  thee  I'll  lift  my  hands, 

And  praise  thee  while  I  live  ; 
Not  the  rich  dainties  of  a  feast 

Such  food  or  pleasure  give. 


in  wakeful  hours  of  ni^ht. 


2fl,  Br  fore  Pi-aj/c; 

I  call  my  God  to  mind  ; 
I  think  how  wise  thy  councils  art. 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

7  Since  thou  Last  been  my  help, 

To  thee  my  spirit  flies, 
And  on  thy  watchful  providence, 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

8  The  shadow  of  tiiy  wings, 

My  soul  in  safety  keeps  : 
I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 
And  he  supports  ray  steps. 

271.     Common  Metre. 
From  J.  W.  Psalm  27,  Part.  3* 
Prayer  and  hope. 
1   O^ON  as  1  heard  my  Father  say, 
£3  "  Ye  children,  seek  my  grace," 
My  heart  reply'd  without  delay, 
"  Til  seek  my  Father's  face." 
3  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 
Nor  frown  my  soul  away  ; 
God  of  my  life,  Illy  to  thee 
In  a  distressing  day. 

3  Should  fnends  and  kindred  near  and  de^ 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
My  God  wUl  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  supply. 

4  My  fainting  flesh  had  dy'd  with  grief, 

Had  not  my  soul  believ'd, 
To  see  thy  grace  provide  relief, 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 
J  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  trembling  saints, 
And  keep  your  courage  up  ; 
He'll  raise  your  spirit  when  it  faint %r 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 


Before  Fray*.  272 

272.     Common  Metre. 
From  T.  W.  Tsalm  56. 
deliverance  from  oppression  and  falsehood :    cf , 
God's  care  of  his  people,  in  answer  to  faith  end 
prayer. 

OTHOU  whose  justice  reigns  on  high? 
And  makes  th*  oppressor  cease, 
Behold  how  envious  sinners  try 
To  vex  and  break  my  peace. 
^  The  sons  of  violence  and  lies 
Join  to  devour  me,  Lord  : 
But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rise, 

My  refuge  is  thy  word. 
In  God  most  holy,  just,  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  flesh  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  dust. 
i  They  wrest  my  words  to  mischief  stilly 
Charge  me  with  unknown  faults  ; 
For  mischiefs  all  their  counsels  fill, 
And  malice  all  their  thoughts. 
i  Shall  they  escape  without  thy  frown  ? 
Must  their  devices  stand  ? 
Oh  cast  the  haughty  sinner  down, 
And  let  him  know  thy  hand  ! 

PAUSE. 

i  God  sees  the  sorrows  of  his  saints* 
Their  groans  affect  his  ears ; 
Thy  mercy  counts  my  just  complaints*. 

And  numbers  all  my  tears. 
When  to  thy  throne  I  raise  my  cry. 

The  wicked  fear  and  flee  : 
So  swift  is  pray'r  to  reach  the  sky? 
So  near  is  God  to  me, 
I  In  thee,  most  holy,  just,  and  true* 


273  Before  Prayer^ 

I  have  repos'd  my  trust ; 
Nov  will  I  fear  what  man  do, 
The  offspring 'of  the  dust. 

9  Thy  solemn  vows  are  on  me  Lord, 

Thou  shalt  receive  my  praise  ; 
1*11  sing,  "  how  faithful  is  thy  word  ! 
How  righteous  all  thy  ways  I" 

10  Thou  hast  secured  my  soul  from  death } 

Oh  set  thy  pris'ner  free, 
That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath 
May  be  empioy'd  for  thee. 
273.  Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  353. 
Exhortation  to  prayer. 

1  "¥~^THAT  various  hindrances  we  meet 

\  J      Jn  coming  to  a  mercy  seat ! 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darken'd  cloud  withdraw 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob-  saw  ; 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 

Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight ; 
Prayer  makes  the  christian's  armour  bright 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees, 

4  While  Moses  stood  with  arms  spread  wide 
Success  was  found  on  Israel's  side  ; 
But  when  through  weariness  they  fail'd, 
That  moment  Amalek  prevail'd. 

5  Have  you  no  words  ?  ah,  think  again, 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  your  fellow  creature's  ear 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

6  Were  half  the  breath  that  vainly  spent, 


Before  Pra?/er.  487" 

To  heaven  in  supplication  sent ; 

Your  cheerful  song  would  oft'ner  be, 

iv  Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  11164" 

274.    Tune  Feve'rs/i4m. 

From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  354. 

T  trill  not  let  thee  go  except  thou  bless  me.     Gelk 

xxxii.  26. 
I    TT    ORD,  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 
1  4  Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow  ; 

Do  not  turn  away  thy  face, 

Mine's  an  urgent  pressing  case. 

Dost  thou  ask  me  who  I  am  ? 

Ah  !  my  Lord,  thou  know'st  my  name  I 

Yet  the  question  gives  a  plea, 

To  support  my  suit  with  thee. 

Thou  didst  once  a  wretch  behold, 

In  rebellion  blindly  bold, 

Scorn  thy  grace,  thy  power  defv, 

That  poor 'rebel j  Lord,  was  L 

Once  a  sinner  near  despair 

Sought  thy  mercy-seat  by  prayer  ; 

Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free, 

Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

Many  days  have  pass'd  since  then. 

Many  changes  I  have  seen  ; 

Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now, 

Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou  ? 

Thou  hast  help'd  in  every  need, 

This  emboldens  me  to  plead  : 

After  so  rnucb^mercy  past, 

Canst  thou  let  me  sink  at  last  ? 

No.... I  must  maintain  my  hold, 

*Tis  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold  ; 

I  can  no  denial  lake, 

When  I  rflead  for-J^sus*  sake, 
v 


275,  276  BefirS  Vrmjtt. 

275.     Common  Metre, 
From  J.  li's.  Selection,  Hymn  3  5b. 
The  successful  re*  re..   I  <&iit  froin  unto  the  King 

Esther  iv.  1  6. 
I    ^lOME,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
V^   A  thousand  thoughts  revolve, 
Come  with  your  guilt  and  fear  opprest,- 
And  make  this  last  resolve. 
0,  <(  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  tho'  my  sin 
Hath  like  a  mountain  rose; 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
AVhatevev  may  oppose. 

3  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne. 

And  there  my  guilt  confess; 

I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 

Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  Til  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives, 
Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch* 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea> 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer  ; 
But  if  1  perish  I  will  pray 
And  perish  only  there. 

6  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go, 

I  am  resolv'd  to  try  , 

For  if  I  stay  away  1  know 

I  must  forever  die." 

276.  Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  357- 
Holi/  boldness. 
I   SPRINKLED  with  reconciling  blood, 
£3  1  dare  approach  thy  throre,  O  God  : 
Thy  face  no  frowning  aspect  wears, 
Thy  hand  no  vengeful  thund  c*  bears  ! 


Tiv  incircling  rainbow,  peaceful  sign  I 
Doth  with  refulgent  brightness  shine  : 
And  whiie  my  fakh  beholds  it  near, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear. 
If 3  Let  me  my  grateful  homage  pay  ; 
With  courage  sing,  with  fervor  pray  % 
And  tho'  myself  a  wretch  undone, 
Hope  for  acceptance  thro'  thy  Son.... 
Thy  Son,  who  on  the  accursed  tree, 
Expir'd  to  set  the  vilest  free  ; 
On  this  I  build  my  only  claim, 
And  all  I  ask  is  in  his  name. 

277.     Common  Metre, 

From  I.  W.  Psalm  f)5. 

A  psalm  btfort  prayer. 

ING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name. 

And  in  his  strength  rejoice  ; 

When  his  salvation  is  our  theme. 

Exalted  be  our  voice 
With  thanks  approach  his  awful  sight? 

And  psalms  of  honour  sing  ; 
The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundless  mighty 

The  whole  creation's  King. 
Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know, 
How  mean  their  natures  seem* 
Those  gods  on  high  and  gods  below^ 

VVheia  oncecompar'd  with  Him. 
I    v       vith  its  caverns  dark  and  deep* 

Lies  :n  his  spacious  hand; 
He  fist  the  seas  what  bounds  to  keep, 

here  the  hills  must  stand. 
Coi        n<  with  humble  souls  adore, 

-     e   kneel  before  his  face  ; 
@         "■  fcabe  creatures  of  his  powV 
Be  childrea  of  his  grace  \ 


s 


278  Before  Sermon. 

6  Now  is  t$e  time  he  bends  his  ear. 

And  waits  for  your  request ;  ? 

Come,  lest  he  rouse  his  wrath  and  swear, 

"  Ye  shall  not  see  my  rest." 


Before  Sermon. 

27 8.     Short  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Psalm.  95. 
A  psalm  before  sermon, 

1  ^lOME,  sound  his  praise  his  abroad* 
\_y    And  hymns  of  glory  sing    :* 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 

The  universal  King. 

2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown  '%■. 

He  gave  the  sees  their  bound  ; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  bis  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  works  and  not  our  own  : 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word, 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

5  But  if  your  ears  refuse 

The  language  of  his  grace, 
And  hearts  grow  hard  like  stubborn  JewSj 
That  unbelieving  race  : 
$  The  Lord  in  veng'ance  drest 

Will  lift  his  hand,  and  swear, 
"  You  that  despis'd  my  promis'd  res& 
Shall  have  no  portion  there.*' 


Bi fore  Sermon.     ,  279,  280 

27Q.     Long  Metre. 
From  J,  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  359. 
To  be  sung  between  prayer  and  sermon.   Matt. 

xviii.  20. 
~Wlj[7  HERE  two  or  three  with  sweet  accord 

ff      Obedient  to  their  sovereign  Lord 
Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  grace, 
And  offer  solemn  prayer*and  praise  ; 
*  There,"  says  the  Saviour,  "  will  I  be, 
Amid  this  little  company  ; 
To  them  unveil  my  smiling  face, 
And  shed  my  glories  round  the  place." 
We  meet  at  thy  command,  dear  Lord, 
Relying  on  thy  faithful  word  : 
Now  send  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
Now  fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  love. 
230.     Tune  Newark* 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  3 S3, 
A  blessing  humbly  requested, 

LORD  we  come  before  thee  now, 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow, 
O  1  do  not  our  suit  disdain, 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 
In  thy  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay, 
Lord,  from  hence  we  would  not  go3 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 
Send  some  message  from  thy  word,. 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford ; 
Let  thy  spirit  now  impart 
Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 
.  Grant  that  ail  may  seek  and  find 
Thee  a  God,  supremely  kind  ; 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free* 
Let  us  all  rejoke.  in  thee. 
v2 


Il 


281,  282  BffureSenmtU 

281.     Long  Metre. 
From  J-  It's  Selection  Hymn  366. 
■Casting  the  Gospel-net.   Luke  v.  5.  John  xxvi 

1  "l^TOVV  while  the  gospel-net  is  cast, 
J^l    Do  thou,  O  Lord,  the  effort  own  ; 
From  numerous  disappointments  past. 
Teach  us  to  hope  in  thee  alone. 

2  May  this  be  a  much  favour'd  hour, 
To  souls  in  Satan's  bondage  led  ; 
O  clothe  thy  word  with  sovereign  power, 
To  break  the  rocks  and  raise  the  dead  ! 

3  To  mourners  speak  a  cheering  word,  } 
On  seeking  souls  vouchsafe  to  shine  ; 

Let  poor  backsliders  be  restcr'd. 
And  all  thy  saints  in  praises  join. 

4  [O  hear  our  our  prayer,  and  give  us  hope; 
That  when  thy  voice  shall  call  us  home, 
Thou  still  wilt  raise  a  people  up 

To  love  and  praise  thee  in  our  room."; 
282.     Short  Metre. 
From  J.R's  Selection,  Hymn  36/. 
He  beheld  the  city  and  wept  over  it.   John  xixj  42 
!    "J~"\iD  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep  ? 
_U  And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  f 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears,  v     ■ 

Angels  with  wonder  see  ! 
Be  thou  astonish'd,  O  my  soul, 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep, 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear  : 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 


Before  Sermon.  28  S ,  28  4 

283.  Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  370. 

The  Kingdom  Come.  Matt„vi.  10, 

ASCEND  thy  throne,  almighty  King? 
And  spread  thy  glories  all  abroad  ; 
Let  thine  own  arm  salvation  bring, 
And  be  thou  known  the  gracious  God. 
Let  millions  bow  before  thy  seat, 
Let.humble  mourners  seek  thy  face, 
Bring  daring  rebels  to  thy  feet, 
Subdu'd  by  thy  victorious  grace. 
»  O  let  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 
Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord  ; 
Let  saints  and  angels  praise  thy  name  » 
Be  thou  thro"  heaven  and  earth  ador'd. 

284.  Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  BookS,  Hymn  144. 

The  effusion  of  the  Spirit ;   or,    the  success  of  the 
gusoel. 

GREAT  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great, 
When  the  divine  disciples  met  ; 
Whilst  on  their  heads  the  spirit  came, 
And  sat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 
Wrhat  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave  ! 
And  pow'rto  heal,  and  pow'r  to  save  i 
Furnish'd     their  tongues    with    woiW'rbus 

words 
Instead  of  shields,  and  spears,  and  swords* 
Thus  arm'd  he  sent  the  champions  forth, 
From  east  to  west,  from  south  to  north  ; 
Go  1  and  assert  your  Saviour's  cause  ; 
Go  1  spread  the  myst'ry  of  his  cross. 
4  These  weapons  of  the  holy  war, 
Of  what  almighty  force  they  are, 
To  make  our  stubborn  passions  bow. 


35  A/Jer  &tr?noa. 

And  hy  the  proudest  rebel  low  ! 

3  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude, 
Are  by  these  heavenly  arms  subdu'd  : 
While  Satan  rages  at  his  loss, 
And  hates  the  doctrine  of  the  cross. 

6  Great  King  of  grace,  my  heart  subdue 
I  would  be  led  in  triumph  too, 
A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 
And  sing  the  vict'ries  of  his  word, 


After  Sennofi. 

285.  Common  Metre. 

From  I.  W.  Book  I,  Hymn  62. 

€hrist  Jesus  the  Lamb  of  God  worshipped  by  .2ti? 

the  creation.   Rev.  v.   11,   12,  13. 
1    /^OME  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs, 
\^J   With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues. 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 
%  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd  they  cry, 
To  be  exalted  thus  : 
Worthy  the  Lamb  our  lips  reply, 
For  he  was  slain  for  us. 
.  3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 
Honor  and  pow'r  divine  : 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be  Lord,  forever  thine. 
4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky? 
And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 
5^  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 
To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  that  sits  upon  the  th/ene^ 
Atad  t«  adore  the  Lamb. 


After  Sermon.  286, 287,  288 

2  $6.  Common  Metre. 
From  J.R's.  Selection,  Hymn  372. 
The  parable  of  1  he  sower..   Matt.  xiii.  3. ...23. 

NOW,  Lord,  the  heavenly  seed  is  sown, 
Be  it  thy  servants  care 
Thy  heavenly  blessing  to  bring  down, 

By  humble  fervent  prayer. 
In  vain  we  plant  without  thine  aid, 

And  water  too  in  vain  ; 
Lord  of  the  harvest,  God  of  grace, 

Send  down  thy  heavenly  rain. 
Then  shall  our  cheerful  hearts  and  tongues 

,  Begin  this  song  divine  ; 
*'  Thou,  Lord,  hast  given  the  rich  increase,, 
And  be  the  glory  thiiie." 

237.     Long  Metre. 
From  J.  Pi's  Selection,  Hymn  374. 
The  spread  of  the  gospel.     Matt.  vi.  10. 
1  J  I  \0  distant  lands  thy  gospel  send, 
JL     And  thus  thy  empire  wide  extend  :. 
To  Gentile,  Turk,  and  stubborn  Jew, 
Thou  King  of  grace  !  salvation  shew. 
Where'er  thy  sun,  or  light  arise, 
Thy  name,  O  God  !  immortalize  : 
May  nations  yet  unborn  confess, 
Thy  wisdom,  power,  and  righteousness^ 

288.  Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  376. 
Now  is  the  accepted  time. 
i  /^fOME  guilty  souls  and  flee  away 
V^  To  Christ,  and  heal  your  wouads  ; 
This  is  the  welcome  gospel  day, 
Wherein  free  grace  abounds. 
2vGod  lov'd  the  church  and  gave  his  Son 
To  drink  the'-cup  of  wrath  : 


^9,290  After  Sermon. 

And  Jesus  says  he'U  cast  out  none 
That  come  to  him  by  faith. 
239.     Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  $77. 
Acceptance  through  Christ  alone.   John  xiv.H 
■1  TJOVV  shall  the  sons  of  men  appear, 
JL  A   Great  God,  before  thine  awful  bar  ! 
How  may  the  guilty  hope  to  find 
Acceptance  with  the  eternal  mind  ? 

2  Not  vows,  nor  groans,  nor  broken  cries, 
Not  the  most  costly  sacrifice, 

Not  infant  blood  profusely  spilt,  . 
Will  expiate  a  sinner's  guilt! 

3  Thy  blood,  dear  Jesus,  thine  a^one, 
Hath  sovereign  virtue  to  atone  : 
Here  we  will  rest  our  only  plea 
When  we  approach,  great  God,  tothe,e; 

290.     Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  580. 
Felix  trembling.  Acts  xxiv.  24,  25. 
1   £J EE  Felix  cloth'd  with  pomp  and  power- 
J5  See  his  resplendent  bride 
Attend  to  hear  a  prisoner  preach 
The  Saviour  crucify 'd, 
5  He  w^ll  describes  who  Jesus  was, 
His  glories  and  his  love, 
How  he  obey'd  and  bled  below, 
And  reigns  and  pleads  above. 

3  Felix  up  starts  and  trembling  cries^ 

"  Go  for  this  time  away  ; 
I'll  hear  thee  on  these  points  aga^n 
On  some  convenient  day." 

4  Attention  to  the  words  of  life 

Let  Felix  thus  adjourn  ; 
Lord  let  us  make  these  solemn. truths, 
£ur  first  and  last  concera. 


After  Sermon.  29 1,  2$%  293 

291  •     Common  Metre. 

From  J,  Rs,  Selection,  Hymn  Sfrfr. 

Christ  the  burden  of  the  song. 

THOU  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lau*b, 
We  love  to  hear  of  thee  ; 
No  music  like  thy  charming  name, 
Nor  half  so  sweet  can  be. 
2  O  let  us  ever  hear  thy  voice  ; 
In  mercy  to  us  speak, 
And  in  our  priest  we  will  rejeice3 
Thou  great  Melchisedec. 
J  Our  Jesus  shall  be  still  our  theme, 
While  in  this  world  we  stay, 
We'll  sing  our  Jesu's  lovely  name, 
When  all  things  else  decay  : 
I  When  we  appear  in  yonder  cloudj 
With  all  thy  favor'd  throng, 
Then  will  we  sing  more  sweet,  more  louc5 
.And  Christ  shall  be  our  song. 

29$.  Long  Metre. 

From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  388. 

At  Dismission. 

1  I  DISMISS  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord* 
1   3  Help  us  to  feed  upon  thy  word, 

Ail  that  has  been  amiss  forgive, 
And  let  thy  truth  within  us  live  * 

2  Tho'  we  are  guilty,  thou  art  good 
Wash  all  our  works  in  .Jesus'  bloody 
Give  every  fetter4  d  soul  release, 
And  bid  us  all  depart  in  peace. 

23 3.   Tune  Conquest. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  3.89. 
The  same. 
I   '    '    ORD  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
JLi  Fill  o.ur  hearts  with  joy  and  peace,; 


294  After  Sermon. 

Let  us  each  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace 
O  refresh  us  ! 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration,      ' 

For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound, 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 

In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  ; 
May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found  ! 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given, 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away  ; 
Borne  on  angel's  wings  to  heaven. 

Glad  to  leave  our  cumb'rous  clay, 
May  we  ready, 

I^jse  and  reign  in  endless  day  I 
294.     Tune  Invitation 
From  Hymn  42,  New  Collection. 
At  Parting. 

1  TESUS  grant  us  all  a  blessing, 
%J     Send  it  down,  Lord,  from  above 

May  we  all  go  home  a  praying, 

And  rejoicing  in  thy  love  ; 
Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters. 
Till  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

2  Jesus,  pardon  all  our  follies, 
Since  together  we  have  been  ; 

Make  us  humble,  make  us  holy, 
Cleanse  us  all  from  every  sin  ; 
Farewell  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 
Till  we  all  shall  meet  above. 

3  May  thy  blessing.  Lord,  go  mt^i  U& 
To  each  one's  respective  horaej 

And  the  presence  of  our  Jesus 
Rest  upon  us  every  one  • 


The  World,  2.95,  2p6 

".  brethren,  farewell  sisters, 
all  shall  meet  at  home. 


The  World. 

295.  Common  Metre. 

From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  399. 

Vanity  of  the  world.     Psalm  iv.  6, 

IN  vain  the  giddy  world  enquires, 
Forgetful  of  their  God, 
"  Who  will  supply  our  vast  desires^ 

Or  shew  us  any  good  ?" 
:  Thro*  the  wide  circuit  of  the  earth 

Their  eager  wishes  rove, 
In  chace  of  honor,  wealth,  and  mirth, 

The  phantoms  of  their  love. 
:  But  oft  these  shadowy  joys  elude 

Their  most  intense  pursuit ; 
Or  if  they  seize  the  fancied  good. 

There's  poison  in  the  fruit. 
Lord,  from  this  world  call  off  my  love 

Set  my  affections  right ; 
Bid  me  aspire  to  joys  above, 

And  walk  no  more  by  sight. 
O  let  the  glories  of  thy  face 

Upon  my  bosom  shine  ; 
Assur'd  of  thy  forgiving  grace, 

My  joys  will  be  divine. 

296.   Common  Metre. 

From  I.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  164. 

The  end  of  the  ivorid. 

WHY  should  this  earth  delight  us  so  ? 
Why  should  we  fix  our  eyes 
On  these  low  grounds,  where  sorrows  grow, 
And  ev'ry  pleasure  dies  ? 
w 


297,  29B  The  War  id. 

2  While  time  his  sharpest  teeth  prepares- 

Our  comforts  to  devour  : 
There  is  a  land  above  the  stars. 
And  joys  above  Ms  pow'r. 

3  Nature  shall  be  dissolv'd  and  die. 

The  sun  must  end  his  race, 
The  earth  and  sea  forever  fly 
Before  my  Saviour's  face. 

4  When  will  that  glorious  morning  rise  I 

When  the  last  trumpet  sound, 
And  call  the  nations  te  the  skies 
From  underneath  the  ground  ? 

297.  Common  Metre. 

From  J.  R«s.  Selection,   Hymn  401. 

The  whole  world  ne  compensation  for  the  loss  of  01 

soul.      Mark.  viii.  36. 
\    T~    ORD,  shall  \\\;  part  with  gold  for  dros 
1  J  With  solid  good  for  show  ' 
Out-live  our  bliss  and  mo  urn  our  loss] 
Jn  everlasting  woe  ? 

2  Let  us  not  lose  the  living  God, 

For  one  short  dream  of  joy  ; 
"With  fond  embrace  cling  to  a  clod, 
And  fling  all  heaven  away. 

3  Vain  world,  thy  weak  attempts  forbear. 

We  all  thy  charms  defy  ; 
And  rate  our  precious  souls  too  dear 
For  all  thy  wealth  to  buy. 
298.  Long  Metre. 
Fom  I.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  146\ 
The  vanity  of  creatures ;   or,  ?io  rest  on  earths 
1   1^/TAN  has  a  soul  of  vast  desires, 
XtJL  He  burns  within  with  restless  firer> 
Tost  to  and  fro  his  passions  fly, 
From,  vanity  to  vanity. 


The  World.  299 

In  vain  on  earth  we  hope  to  find 
Some  solid  ground  to  fill  the  mind  ; 
We  try  nC:w  pleasures  ;  but  we  feel 
The  inward  thirst  and  torment  still. 
So  when  a  raging  fever  burns, 
We  shift  from  side  to  side  by  turns ; 
And  'tis  a  poor  relief  we  gain* 
To  change  the  place  but  keep  the  pain/ 
Great  God  !  subdue  this  vicious  thirst/ 
This  love  to  vanity  and  dust  I 
Cure  the  vile  fever  of  the  mind 
And  feed  our  souls  with  jeys  refin'd^ 

298.     Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R'a.  Selection,  Hymn  9,  Part  2k  - 

Exhortation  to  old  and  young. 
1     I  ^EAR  people  all  attention  give, 
osi       ■   9  and  hear  what  I  do  say  ; 

I  long  your  precious  souls  should  live, 

In  everlasting  day. 
Remember  you  are  hastening  on 

To  death's  dark  gloomy  shade ; 
Your  joys  on  earth  will  soon  be  gpne^ 

Your  flesh  in  dust  be  laid. 
Death's  iron  gate  you  must  pass  through,, 

E'er  long  my  precious  friends  ; 
Where  do  you  then  expect  to.  go  ? 

Where  will  your  souls  then  land  £ 
Pray  meditate  before  too  late, 

While  in  a  gospel  land  ; 
Behold  King  Jesus  at  the  gate> 

Most  lovingly  doth  stand. 
Young  men,  how  can  you  turn  your  facels 

From  such  a  glorious  Friend  ! 
Will  you  pursue  the  dangerous  race* 

Regardless  of  the  end  ? 
Will  you  pursue  the  awfal  road, 


1500  The  World. 

That  leads  to  death  and  hell  ? 
Will  you  rush  on  bold  foes  to  God  ! 
With  devils  for  to  dwell  ? 
7  Young  ladies  too,  what  will  you  do, 
If  out  of  Christ  you  die  ! 
From  all  God's  people  you  must  go, 
To  weep  lament  and  cry  ; 
•8  Where  none  the  least  relief  can  bring, 
To  mitigate  your  pain  ; 
Where  you  no  more  with  christians  sing, 
Nor  e'er  with  christians  reign, 
p  And  you  who  feel  your  lost  estate, 
You  need  not  be  afraid, 
Tho'  Satar.  tells  you  'tis  too  late, 
On  Chrisc  your  help  is  laid. 
iO  He  bore  your  sins  upon  the  tree, 
And  lives  your  cause  to  plead  ; 
And  since  the  Son  has  made  you  free, 
You  shall  be  free  indeed. 

11  Come  old,  come  young,  who  feel  your  guilty 

The  fountain's  open'd  wide  ; 
For  you  that  precious  blood  was  spilt, 
That  flow'd  from  Jesu's  side. 

12  There  you  may  drink  in  endless  joy, 

And  sing  redeeming  love, 
Till  golden  harps  your  souls  employ, 
In  praising  Christ  above. 

300.     Time  Mendon. 
From  Hymn  85,  New  Collection. 
J    HTOP,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think, 
J5   Before  you  farther  go — 
Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  woe  ? 
Hell  beneath  is  gaping  wide  I 

Vengeance  waits  the  dread  command, 
Sqpn  to  stop  your  sport  and  pride.. 


The  World.  39fc 

And  sink  you  with  the  damn'd. 
O  be  entreated  now  to  stop, 

For  unless  you  warning  take, 
Ere  you  are  aware  you'll'  drop 
Into  the  burning  lake. 
Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  the  bar ; 
Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom 
Will  fill  you  with  despair  : 
All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd, 

Sins  of  bloody  crimson  dye, 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 
And  what  can  you  reply  I 
O  be  entreated,  &c. 
Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose  ! 
Fear  you  not  his  iron  rod, 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes  ? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  great  day, 

When  he  judgment  shall  proclaim  ; 
When  the  earth  shall  melt  away, 
Like  wax  before  the  flame  .* 
O  be  entreated,  &c. 
Though  your  hearts  are  made  of  srone^ 

Your  foreheads  lin'd  with  brass  ; 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  yoa  pass  ; 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

(Tho'  they  now  despise  his  grace^ 
Hocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face. 
O  be  entreated,  &c» 
But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope, 

You  may  his  mercy  know  ; 
Though  his  aim  is  lifted  up, 
He  still  forbears  ihe  blow  js. 
v/2 


301  The  TFona. 

it  was  for  sinners  Jesus  dy'd, 
Sinners  he  invites  to  come  ; 
Non£  who  come  shall  be  deny'd  "t 
He  says  there  yet  is  room, 
O  be  entreated,  &c. 

301.     Common  Metre. 

From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  400. 

The  rich  foul  mrprised.  Lu  ke  xii .  1 6 — 2 1 . 

2  T\  ELUDED  souls  !  who  think  to  find 

1    #   A  solid  bliss  below  : 
Bliss  !  the  fair  flower  of  paradise, 
On  earth  can  never  grow. 
$  See  how  the  foolish  wretch  is  pleas'd 
T'  increase  his  worldly  store  ; 
Too  scanty  now  he  finds  his  barns, 
And  covets  room  for  more. 

3  "  What  shall  Ldo  ?  distrest  he  cries  ; 

This  scheme  will  I  purue  ; 
My  scanty  barns  shall  now  come  down, 
I'll  build  them  large  and  new. 

4  Here  will  I  lay  my  fruits,  and  bid 

My  soul  to  take  its  ease  ; 
Eat,  drink,  be  glad,  my  lasting  store 
Shall  give  what  joys  I  please," 

5  Scarce  had  he  spoke,  when  lo  !  from  heaver 

The  Almighty  made  reply  : 
(i  For  whom  dost  thou  provide,  thou  fool  f 
Tnis  night  thy  self  shall  die." 

6  Teach  me,  my  God,  all  earthly  joys 

Are  but  an  empty  dream  ; 

And  may  I  seek  my  bliss  alone 

In  thee  the  good  supreme  ! 


Th e  gospel  church.  302 

The  gospel  church, 

302.  Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  1,  Hymn  8. 
Tie  safety  and  protection  ofihe  church-  Isa.  XXvL 
1,  2,  3,  4,  5,  6. 

HOW  honourable  is  the  place 
Where  we  adoring  stand, 
Zion  the  glory  of  the  earth, 

And  beauty  of  the  land  ! 
Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  defend 

The  city  where  we  dwell  ; 
The  walls  of  strong  solvation  made^ 

Defy  th*  assaults  of  hell. 
Lift  up  the  everlasting  gates, 

The  doors  wide  open  fling, 
Enter  ye  nations,  that  obey 

The  statutes  of  our  King. 
Here  shall  you  taste  unmingled  joys, 

And  dve  in  perfect  peace  ; 
You  that  have  known  Jehovah's  name, 

And  ventur'd  on  his  grace. 
Trust  in  the  Lord,  forever  trust, 

And  fednish  all  your  fears  ; 
Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells* 

E'ernal  as  his  years. 
What  tho'  the  rebels  dwell  on  high, 

His  arm  shall  bring  them  low  ; 
Low  as  the  caverns  of  the  grave 

Their  lofty  heads  shall  bow. 
f  On  Babylon  our  feet  shall  tread, 

In  that  rejoicing  hour  ; 
The  ruins  of  her  walls  shall  spread 

A  pavement  for  the  poor. 


3 0 S ,  30 4         The  gospel  church: 

3Q3.     Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  1,  Hymn  4&. 
God's  tender  care  of  his  church.    Isa.  xlix  IS* 
14,  Src. 
iJOW  shall  my  inward  joys  arise,  . 
And  burst  into  a  song  ; 
AJniighry  love  inspires  my  heajr, 
And  pleasures  tune  my  tongue. 

2  God  on  his  thirsty  Zion  hill 

Some  mercy  drops  has  thrown, 
And  solemn  oaths  hath  bound  his  love- 
To  shower  salvation  down. 

3  Why  do  we  then  indulge  our  fears, 

Suspicions  and  complaints  ? 
Is  he  a  God,  and  shall  his  grace 
Grow  weary  of  his  saints  ? 

4  Can  a  kind  woman  e'er  forget 

The  infant  of  her  womb, 
And  'mongst  a  thousand  tender  thoughts 
Her  suckling  have  no  room. 
3  '<  Yet,  saith  the  Lord,  should  nature  change 
And  mothers  monsters  prove, 
Zion  still  dwells  upon  the  heart 
Of  everlasting  love. 
C\  Deep  on  the  palms  of  both  my  hands 
I  havcengrav'd  her  name  ; 
My  hands  shall  raise  her  ruinM  walls, 
And  buil  d  her  broken  frame. " 
304.  Long  Metre. 
From  !.  W.  Hymn  64,  Book  2. 
God  the  »/orj/  and  defence  of  Sion» 
1  XJTA.PPY  the  church,  thou  sacred  place, 
Ml    The  seat  of  thy  Creator's  grace> 
Thiue  holy  courts  are  his  abode  : 
Thou  "arthly  palace  of  out  God. 


The  g osp el  ck Urch .  S 05 

Thy  walls  are  strength,  and  at  thy  gates 
A  guard  of  hea\'nly  Warriors  waits  ; 
Nor  shall  thy  deep  foundations  move, 
Fix'd  on  his  counsels  and  his  love. 
Thy  foes  in  vain  designs  engage, 
Against  his  throne  in  vain  they  rage  c 
Like  rising  waves  with  angry  roar, 
That  dash  and  die  upon  the  shore. 
Then  let  our  souls  in  Sion  dwell, 
Nor  fear  the  wrath  of  Rome -and  hell ; 
His  arms  embrace  this  happy  ground, 
Like  brazen  bulwaiks  built  around. 
God  is  our  shield  and  God  our  san  ; 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 
On  us  he  sheds  new  beams  of  grace,, 
And  we  reflect  his  brightest  praise. 
305.  Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Hymn  73,  Bookl. 
'he  church's  beauty  in   the  eyes  of  Christ:     Solo- 
mon's Song,  iv.  1,  10,  11,  7,  9>  8. 
KIND  is  the  speeeh  of  Christ  our  Lord, 
Affection  sounds  in  every  wora  ; 
Eb,   nou  art  fair,  my  love,  he  cries, 
Noi  the  young  doves  have  sweeter  eyes. 
[Sweet  are  thy  lips^-thy  pleasing  voice 
Sa'ufes  mineear  with  secret  joys  : 
No  spice  so  much  delights  the  smell, 
Nor  milk,  nor  honey  tastes  so  well.  ] 
Thou  art  all  fair,  my  bride,  to  me  ; 
I  will  behold  no  spot  in  thee  : 
What  mighty  wonders  love  performs, 
And  puts  a  comliness  on  worms  ! 
t  Defl'ld  and  loathsome  as  we  are,. 


3Q£  The gospsl  church. 

He  raajkcs   us  white,  and  calls  us  fanr 
Adorns  us  with  that  heavn'ly  dress, 
His  graces  and  his  righteousness. 
5  My  sister,  and  my  spouse,  he  cries, 
Bound  to  my  heart  by  various  ties, 
Thy  pow'rful  lo-ve  my  heart  detains 
in  strong  delight  and  pleasing  chains. 
§  He  calls  me  from  the  leopard's  den, 
From  this  wild  world  ot  beasts  and  men, 
To  Zion,  where  his  glories  are  ; 
Not  Lebanon  is  half  so  fair. 
7  Nor  dens  of  prey,  nor  flow'ry  plains, 
Nor  earthly  joys,  nor  earthly  pains. 
Shall  hold  my  feet,  or  force  my  stay, 
WheaChrist  invites  my  soul  away. 
306.     Long  Metre, 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  404. 
The  presence  of  Christ,  the  joy  of  his  people* 
\    r  |  ">HE  wondering  nations  have  beheld 
X      The  sacred  prophecy  fulfill'd, 
And  angels  bail'd  the  glorious  morn,. 
That  shew'd  the  great  Messiah  born. 

2  The  Prince  1    the  Saviour  !.  long  desir'd, 
Whom  nyn  foretold,  by  heaven  inspired/ 
And  rapfur'd  saw  a  blissful  day, 

Rise  o'er  the  world  with  healing  ray, 

3  Oft  in  the  temples  of  his  grace, 

-  His  saints  behold  his  smiling  face  ;  j 
And  oft  have  seen  his  glory  shine* 
With  power  and  majesty  divine. ;- 


Th  e  gosprl  e /lurch .  5  ty 

But  soon,  alas  !  his  absence  mourn, 
And  pray  and  wish  his  kind  return  : 
Without  his  life  inspiring  light, 
'Tis  all  a  scene  of  gloomy  night. 
Come,  dearest  Lord,  thy  children  cry, 
Our  graces  droop,  Our  comforts  die  ; 
Return  and  let  thy  glories  rise 
Again  to  our  admiring  eyes. 
Till  iil I'd  with  light,  and  joy,  and  love. 
Thy  courts  below,  like  those  above, 
Triumphant  hallelujahs  raise, 
And  heaven  and  earth  resound  thy  praise. 
30/,   Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Hymn  72,  Book  1 , 
The  coronation    of  Christ,    find  espousals    of  the 
church.  Solomon's  Song,  iii.  2. 

DAUGHTERS, of  Zion,  come  behold, 
The  crown  of  honor,  and  of  gold, 
W  hich  the  glad  church,  with  joys  unknown, 
Plac'd  on  the  head  of  Solomon. 

2  Jesus  thou  everlasting  King, 
Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring  ; 
Accept  the  well  deserved  renown, 
And  wear  our  praises  as  thy  crown. 

3  Let  ev'ry  act  of  worship  be, 
Like  our  espousals,  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
Like  the  dear  hour,  whtn  from  above 
We  first  receiv'd  thy  pledge  of  love. 

4  The  gladness  of  that  happy  day  I 
Our  hearts  would  wish  it  long  to  stay ; 
Nor  let  our  faith  forsake  its  hold, 
Kor  comfort  sink,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

5  Each  foil' wing  minute  as  it  iiies, 
Increase  thy  praise,  improve  our  joys, 
"Till  we  are  rais'd  te  sing  thy  name, 


308  The  gospel  ch urch . 

At  the  great  supper  of  the  Lamlx 
6  O  that  the  months  would  roll  away, 

And  b^ing  that  corronation  day  ! 

The  King  of  grace  shall  fill  the  throne, 

With  all  his  Father's  glories  on. 
308.  Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection;   Hymn  408. 
On  sending  a  memher  into  the  Work  of  the  Min 

try* — Isaiah* s  obedience   to   the  heavenly  visio 

Isaiah  vi.  8. 
1,  /~\UR  God  ascends  his  lofty  throne, 

\J   Array'd  in  majesty  unknown  : 

His  lustre  all  the  temple  fills, 

And  spreads  o'er  all  the  ethereal  hills. 
9  The  holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord, 

By  all  the  Seraphims  ador'd, 

And  while  they  stand  beneath  his  seat, 

They  veil  their  faces  and  their  feet. 

3  Lord,  how  can  Mnful  lips  proclaim 
Tho  honors  of  so  great  a  name? 
O  for  thine  attar's  glowing  coal 
To  touch  his  lips,  to  fire  his  soul ! 

4  Then  if  a  messenger  thou  ask, 
A  labourer  for  the  hardest  task, 
Through  all  his  weakness  and  his  fear,    < 
Love  shall  reply,  "  thy  servant's  here.'* 

3>  Nor  let  his  willing  soul  compl.iin, 
Tho'ev'ry  effort  seem  in  vain  ; 
It  ample  lecompence  sball  be, 
Bat  to  have  wrought,  O  God,  for  thee. 

*  If  sung  on  any  other  occasion,  '*  His"  in  th. 
three  la«t  verses,  man  he.  exchanged  jor  **  My" 


Tie  gospel  church*  309,  3  \0 

309.     Long  Metre. 
Brom  J   R's.  Selection,  Hymn  409. 
Seekitig  direction  in  the  choic?  of  a  pastor. 

SHEPHERD  of  Israel  bend  tbine  ear, 
Thy  servant's  groans  indulgent  bear  S 
Perplex'd,  distress'd.  to  thee  we  cry, 
And  seek  the  guidance  of  thine  eye. 
Send  forth,  O  Lord,  thy  truth  and  light, 
To  guide  our  doubtful  foot  tens  right : 
Our  drooping  hearts,  O  God,  sustain, 
Nor  let  us  seek  thy  face  in  vain. 
Return  in  ways  of  peace,  return, 
Nor  let  thy  flock  neglected  mourn  1 
May  our  blest  eyes  a  shepherd  see, 
Dear  to  our  souls  and  dear-vo  thee  ! 
3 1 0.     Common  Metre . 
From  J.  R*s.  Selection,  Hymn  410. 
Vatc king for  jouls.     An  ordination  hymn*     Heb* 
xiii.  17. 
ET  Sion's  watchmen  all  awake 
M  4  And  take  the  alarm  they  gave  ; 
Now  let  them  from  the  mouth  of  God, 

Their  awful  charge  receive. 
'Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import, 

The  pastor's  care  demands  : 
But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart. 

And  fill'd  a  Sa\iour's  hands. 
They  watch  for  souls,  for  which  theLorU 

Did  heavenly  bliss  forego  ; 
For  souls  which  muse  forever  live, 

In  raptures  or  in  woe. 
All  to  me  great  tribunal  haste, 

Th*  account  to  render  there  : 
And  shouldst  thou  strictly  mark  our  fauJts* 
Lord,  where  should  we  aj>pe«*. 
K 


5U,3  12  The gospd  church, 

5  May  they,  that  Jesus  whom  they  preach; 
Their  own  Redeemer  see, 
And  watch  thou  daily  o'er  their  souls, 
That  they  may  watch  for  thee. 
311.     Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  414. 
At  a  minuter  s  leaving  his  people. ...Paul 's  farewell 

charge.     Acts  xx    26,  27. 
!   ^£^7  HEN  Paul  was  parted  from  his  friend's, 
T    T       It  was  a  weeping  clay  ; 
But  Jesus  made  them  all  amends,. 
And  wip'd  their  tears  away. 
2   J n  heaven  they  meet  again  with  joy 
(Secure  no  mope  to  part) 
Where  praises  every!*ongue  employ, 
And  pleasure  rills  each  heart. 
5  Thus  all  the  preachers  of  his  grace 
Their  children  soon  »hall  meet  ; 
Together  see  their  baVioor's  face, 
And  worship  at  his  feet. 
4-  But  they  who  heard  the  word  in  vain, 
Tho'  oft  and  plainly  warn'd  ; 
Will  tremble  when  they  meet  again 
The  ministers  they  scom'd. 

5  On  your  own  heads  your  blood  will  fall 

If  any  perish  here; 
The  preachers  who  have  told  you  all 
•Shall  stand  approv'd  and  clear. 

6  Yet  Lord,  to  save  themselves  alone 

Is  not  their  utmost  view  ; 
O!    hear  their  prayer,  thy  message  own, 
And  save  their  hearers  too. 

312.  Long  Metre. 

From  J.  L's.  Selection,  Hymn  405. 

The  /•"•''..  '\v  prater  for  their  rmmeter. 

f   "\  IS  J  i'f  I  i  heavenly  power,  O  Lord,,  defend, 


Tfic  gospal  ckureh*  "#1'3 

His  person  bless  his  soul  secure, 
And  make  him  to  the  end  endure. 

2  Gird  him  with' all-sufficient  grace* 
Direct  his  feet  in  paths  of  peace  ; 
Thy  truth  and  faithfulness  fulfil. 
And  help  him  to  obey  thy  will. 

3  Before  him  thy  protection  send  ' 
O  love  him,  save  him  to  the  end  J 
Nor  let  him,  as  thy  pilgrim,  rove 
Without  the  convoy  of  thy  \o\re. 

4  Enlarge,  enflame,  and  fill  his  heart, 
In  him  thy  mighty  power  exert  : 
That  thousands  yet  unboin  may  praise 
The  wonders  of  redeeming  grace. 

313.     Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  416. 
T:he  pastor's  wish  for  his  people  *      Phil.  iv.  ]/, 

1  ~\/fY  brethren  from  my  heart  beiov'd, 
XyJL  Whose  welfare  fills  my  daily  cat*, 
My  present  joy,  my  future  crown, 

The  word  of  exhortation  he 

2  Stand  fast  upon  the  solid  rock. 
Of  the  Redeemer's  righteousness, 
Adorn  the  gospel  with  your  lives, 
And  practice  what  your  lips  profess, 

3.   With  pleasure  meditate  the  hour, 
When  he,  descending  fiom  the  skies, 
Shall  bid  your  bodies,  mean  and  vile, 
In  his  all  glorious  image  rise. 

4  Glory  in  his  dear  honored  name,, 
To  him  inviolably  cleave  ; 
Your  all  he  purchased  by  his  blood, 

*  Given  out  at  Dr.  Gidions's  meeting  hcu$t-> 
Juk  21,  1782;  when  the  place -was  to  &€  shuL^p 
tjbr  repair* 


3-1 4  Tfie  govpt  l  church* 

Nor  let  him  less  then  all  receive. 
5  Such  is  your  pastor's  faithful  charge, 

Whose  soul  desires  not  yours,  but  you, 

O  may  he  at  the  Lord's  right  hand, 

Himself  and  all  his  people  view  ! 
314.     Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  41  7. 

Ata  choice  of  deacons.      1  Tim.  iii.  8 — IS. 
t     1  ilAIR  Sion's  King,  we  suppliant  bow, 

JO     And  hail  the  grace  thy  church  enjoys  ; 

Her  holiest  deacons  are  thy  own, 

With  all  the  gifts  thy  love  employs. 

2  Up  to  thy  throne  we  lift  our  eyes, 
For  blessings  to  attend  our  choice,* 
Of  such  whose  generous  prudent  zeal 
Shall  make  thy  favour'd  ways  rejoice. 

3  Happy  in  Jesus,  their  own  Lord, 
May  they  his  sacred  table  spread, 
The  table  of  their  pastor  fill, 

And  fill  the  holv  poor  with  bread  I 

4-  [When  pastor,  saints,  and  poor  they  serve, 
May  their  own  hearts  with  grace  be  crown 'd  ! 
While  patience,  sympathy  and  joy 
Adorn,  and  thro'  their  lives  abound.] 

5  By  purest  love  to  Christ,  and  truth, 
O  may  they  win  a  good  degree 
Of  boldness  in  the  christian  faith. 
And  meet  the  smile  of  thine  and  thee  ! 

5  And  when  the  work  to  them  assign'd-* 
The  work  of  love  is  fully  done, 
Call  them  from  serving  tables  here, 
To  sit  around  thy  glorious  throne. 
•  If  this  hymn  be  sung  before  the  choice,  then 

t$c  second  line  of  the  second  terse  may  stand  tha^ 
i%  For  wisdom  to  direct  our  choice.'5 


$he  gospd  cJi  urch .  H  ~ 

315.  Common  Metre. 
Brom  J.  R's.  Selection,   Hymn  419- 
%he  increase  of  the  church  promised  and pieackfk: 

Psalm  ii.  8. 
|   TT^ATHER,  is  not  thy  promised  pledg'd 
JJ     To  thine  exalted  Son 
That  thro'  the  nations  of  the  earth 

Thy  word  of  life  shall  run  ? 
4<  Ask  and  I  give  the  heathen  lands 

For  thine  inheritance. 
And  to  the  world's  remotest  shores 

Thine  empireshall  advance." 
Hast  thou  not  said  the  blinded  Jews 

Shall  their  Redeemer  own  ; 
While  Gentiles  to  his  standard  crowTds 

And  low  beiwe  his  throne  ; 
[When  shall  the  untutor'd  Indian  tribe's, 

A  dark,  hev.iider'd  race, 
Sit  down  at  our  Immanoel's  fee', 
And  learn  and  feel  his  grace.] 
Are  not  all  kingdoms,  tribes  and  tongues* 

Under  th'  expanse  of  heaven, 
To  the  dominion  of  thy  Son, 
Without  exemption  given?" 
I  From  east  to  west,  from  north  to  south, 
Then  be  his  name  ador'd  I 
Europe,  with  all  thy  millions,  shout 
Hosannahs  to  thy  Lord  ! 
r   Asia,  and  Africa  resound 

From  shore  to  shore  his  fame  ; 
And  thou  America,  in  songs, 
Redeeming  love  proclaim. 


*'  re 


SI  S  The  gospel  church . 

3 1 6*.     Tu ne  Jubilee  s  Trump. 

From  Hymn  50,  New  Collection. 

The  happy   success  of  the  gospel   in   the   Union   of 

Christian  Societies. 

2  f  I  THE  Lord  into  his  garden  comts, 
JL      The  spices  yield  a  sweet  perfume. 

The  lilies  grow  and  thrive  : 
Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine, 
From  Jesus  flows  to  every  vine, 
And  makes  the  dead  alive. 
2       O  that  this  dry  and  barren  ground, 
With  springs  of  water  may  abound, 

A  fruitful  soil  become  ; 
The  desert  blossoms  like  the  rose, 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 
And  makes  his  people  one. 
3*      The  glorious  day  is  rolling  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun  ; 

My  soul  a  witness  is  ;  > 
O  taste  and  see  that  grace  is  free, 
For  penitents  as  vile  as  me, 
Who  come  to  Christ  shaH  live. 

4  The  worst  of  sinners  here  shall  find, 
A  Saviour  pitiful  and  kind, 

Who  will  them  all  receive  ; 
None  are  too  bad  who  do  repent, 
Out  of  one  sinner  legion  went, 

The  Lord  did  him  relieve. 

5  If  sinners  only  new  the  Lord, 

-    And  were  acquainted  with  his  word, 

His  sweet  ioi  giving  love  : 
They'd  ru=h  through  storms  of  every  kind, 
And  leave  all  earthly  things  behind, 

To  gain  a  crown  above. 

Come, brethren' you  who  know  the  Lord,3 
Observe  with  care  his  holy  word; 

Zri  J? sua'  way 


The  gospel  church.  3.^7 

Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here, 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 
When  we  arrive  at  home. 
We  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun, 
It  issues  from  the  glorious  throne  ; 

From  Jesus'  throne  on  high  : 
It  comes  like  floods,  we  can't  contain. 
We  drink,  and  drink  and  drink  again, 
And  yet  for  more  we  cry. 
3        But  when  we  come  to  reign  above, 
And  all  surround  the  throne  of  love, 

We'll  drink  a  full  supply  : 
For  there  the  bliss  which  God  bestows, 
To  a  redundant  river  flows, 
Which  never  will  run  dry. 
9       There  we  shall  shine,  and  shout,  and  sing, 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring, 
When  all  the  saints  get  home  ; 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
We  soon  shall  meet  together  there, 
For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 
10     Amen,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 
I  hope  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 

The  Saviour  to  adore  ; 
Now  here's  my  heart  and  here's  my-;hand.* 
To  meet  you  in  the  heavenly  land, 
Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 
317.  Common  Metre. 
From  Hymn  31,  New  Collection: 
The  benefit  of  being  ready  to  leave  this  world, 

/JL  Behold  thy  light  is  come. 
The  glorious  conquering  king  is  nigh, 
To  take  his  exiles  home  ;  t 

The  trumpet  thundering  through  the  skies 
To  set  poor  captives  free  ; 
The  day  of  wonder  now  is  come. 


*3 1 7  The  gospel  cJiurcfu 

The  year  of  Jubilee. 

2  Ye  heralds  blow  your  trumpets  loud, 
Throughout  the  earth  and  sky  ; 

Go  spread  the  news  from  pole  to  pote, 

Behold  the  judge  is  nigh  ; 

Ye  children  of  the  Lord,  who  look. 

For  that  tremendous  day  ; 

Now  join  in  solemn  praise  to  God, 

And  for  poor  sinners  pray. 

3  Come  sinners  now  the  warning  take,, 
AncTrighteousness  pursue  ; 

The  Lord  of  glory  will  appear, 
O  !  think  what  he  will  do  : 
Blow  out  the  sun,  burn  up  the  earth. 
Consume  the  rolling  flood  ; 
While  every  star  shall  disappear, 
The  moon  be  turn'd  to  blood. 

4  Arise  ye  nations  under  ground, 
Before  the  judge  appear  ; 

All  tongues  and  languages  shall  come* 
Their  final  doom  to  hear  ; 
King  Jesus  on  his  dazzling  throne, 
Ten  thousand  angels  round  : 
While  Gabriel  with  his  silver  trumg5 
Echoes  a  doleful  sound. 

5  The  glorious  news  of  gospel  grace* 
With  sinners  now  is  o'er  ; 

The  trump  of  Zion  now  is  still. 
And  to  be  heard  no  more  ; 
The  watchmen  all  have  left  their  walls, 
And  with  their  flocks  above  ; 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore  they  sing, 
And  shout  redeeming  love. 
6  Come  all  ye  pilgrims  in  the  Lord, 
Whose  hearts  are  join'd  in  one, 
Held  up  vQur  founds  with  courage  bo!?1 . 


•  Tht  gospel  chr'ueh.  3f*B 

Your  race  is  almost  run. 
Above  the  clouds  your  Saviour  sits, 
And  smiling  bids  you  come, 
Angels  will  guide  your  happy  soul?. 
To  your  eternal  home. 
Behold  a  pilgrim  as  he  dies, 
With  glory  in  his  view, 
To  heaven  lie  lifts  bis  longing  cyts, 
And  bids  the  world  adieu  ; 
While  frier.ds  are  weepmg  all  around, 
And  loth  to  let  him  go,  * 
He  shouts  with  his  expiring  breath, 
And  leaves  them  all  below, 
i  O  1  christians  are  you  ready  now, 
To  cross  that  narrow  flood, 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore  behold, 
And  see  your  smiting  God. 
The  dazzling  charms  of  that  bright  world, 
Attracts  my  soul  above, 
My  tongue  shall  shout  redeeming  grace, 
When  perfected  in  love. 
)  Go  en  ray  brethren  in  the  Lord, 
I'm  bound  to  meet  you  there, 
Although  we  tread  enchanted  ground, 
Be  bold  and  never  fear. 
Fight  on,  fight  on, ye  conquering  souls. 
The  land  it  is  in  view, 
And  when  I  gain  fair  Canaan's  shore., 
I  hope  to  meet  with  you. 

318.  Common  Metre. 
From  Hymn  10,  New  Collection. 
The  latter  day  glory. 
1    r~p*HAT  glorious  day  is  drawing  nigh, 
When  Zion's  light  shall  come,      , 
She  shall  arise  and  shine  on  high, 
Bright  as  the  rising  sun  ; 


3 1  8  T^e  gospel  rhurch . 

The  north  and  south  their  sun  lesign  I 

And  earth's  foundations  bend.  ' 

Adorri'd  as  a  bride,  Jerusalem, 
All  glorious  shall  descend.  I 

2  The  king  who  wears  the  glorious  crown,- 
J  he  azure  flaming  bow, 
The  holy  city;  shall  bring  down, 
And  bless  his  church  below  ; 
When  Zion's  bleeding,  conquering  kino-' 
Shall  sin  and  death  destroy,  *" 

The  morning  stars  together  sing, 
And-  Zion  shout  for  jov. 
3-  The  holy  bright  musician  band, 
Who  sing  on  harps  of  gold, 
Just  by  the  course  along  they  stand, 
Their  gentle  numbers  i oil  ; 
Descending  on  such  melting  strains, 
Jehovah  they  adore, 

Such  Ml.outs  through  earth's  extensive  plairS 
Were  never  heard  before. 
b  Let  Satan  rage  and  boast  no  more, 
Nor  think  his  reign  is  long, 
Though  saints  are  feeble,  weak  and  poor, 
Their  great  Redeemer's  strong  ; 
In  storms  he  is  our  hiding  place, 
A  covert  from  the  wind, 
A  stream  from  the  rock  in  the  wilderness, 
Huns  through  this  weary  land.  |w, 

This  chrystal  stream  flows  down  from  hca* 
It  issues  from  the  throne, 
The  floods  of  strife  away  are  driven, 
The  church  becomes  but  one  ; 
This  peaceful  union  whe  shall  know, 
And  live  upon  his  love, 
And  shout  and  sing  his  praise  belov-s 
As  angels  do  above; 


The  gospel  church .  3  bQ.y 

^thousand  years  shall  roil  around, 
'he  church  shall  be  complete, 
"alfdby  the  trumpet's  glorious  sound, 
ler  saviour  for  to  meet ; 
he'll  rise  with  joy  and  soar  on  high, 
he'll  fly  to  Jesus'  arms, 
ind  gaze  with  wonder  and  delight, 
)n  her  beloved's  charms, 
ike  apples  fair  his  beauties  are, 
o  feed  and  cheer  the  mind, 
Jo  earthly  fruit  doth  so  recruit, 
Jor  flaggons  full  of  wine  ; 
ler  troubles  o'er  she'il  grieve  no  more, 
»ut  sings  in  strains  of  joy, 
n  raptures  sweet  and  bliss  complete, 
he'll  feast  and  never  cloy. 

319.     Tune  J n dike's  Trump . 
From  Hymn  111,  New  Collection. 
The  Jubilee. 
|T1TH  \T  sound  is  this  salutes  mine  ear, 
VV     Methinks  'tis  Jubal's  trump  I  hear: 

Long  look'd  for  now  is  come  ; 
t  shakes  the  heavens,  the  earth,  the  sea, 
'reclaims  the  year  of  Jubilee, 
Return  ye  exiles  home, 
Jehold  the  new  Jerusalem, 
Ruminated  by  the  Lamb, 

In  glory  doth  appear  ; 
rair  Zior.  rising  from  the  tombs, 
To  meet  the  bridegroom,  now  he's  come, 

And  hails  the  J.ubile  year, 
iing  Jesus  takes  her  to  his  arms, 
w wisported  with  his  pleasing  charms, 

She  thus  begins  to  sing....  ^    . 

rom  sin  and  cares,  und  sighs,  and  pains, 
•i-it:  v/hese.joy  immortal  rcjgns, 


SI  9.  The  gospel  churth 

To  sing  redeeming  love. 
4  As  lark  and  linnet  sweetly  sing, 

And  hills  and  vallies  round  them  ring, 

Escap'd  the  fowler's  snare  ; 
One  thousand  years  she  here  shall  dwell, 
And  sing  while  Satan's  chaiu'd  in  hell, 
Which  ends  the  Jubile  year. 

5  The  draggon  is  let  loose  once  more, 
And  round  the  earth  his  trumpets  roarj 

He  is  for  war  again  ; 
But  he  that  sets  upon  the  throne, 
Drives  Satan  and  his  armies  down, 

To  dwell  in  endless  flames. 

6  The  seventh  trumpet  we  shall  hear, 

A  great  white  throne  shall  then  appear, 

Ten  thousand  angels  round.... 
An  angel  turns  the  moon  to  blood, 
Puts  out  the  sun  consumes  the  flood, 
And  burns  the  solid  ground. 

7  Arise  ye  nations  and  come  forth, 
From  east  to  west,  from  south  to  north. 

Behold  the  Judge  is  come  ! 
What  horrors  strike  the  guilty  breast  I 
Compeli'd  to  stand  the  solemn  test, 

And  hear  the  final  doom.... 

8  Depart  ye  cursed,  down  to  hell, 
With  howling  fiends  forever  dwell. 

Never  to  see  my  face. 
My  solemn  warnings  you  withstood. 
You  set  at  naught  my  precious  bloodt 

And  scoff'd  at  sovereign  grace. 

9  See  parents  and  their  children  part, 
Some  shout  for  joy  some  bleed  in  heart, 

No  more  to  meet  again  ; 
In  fiery  chariots  Zion  flies, 


Associations,  he-  320 

And  quickly  gains  the  upper  skies, 
On  Canaan's  dazzling  plains. 
to  My  soul  is  struggling  to  be  there  ; 
I  long  to  rise  and  wing  the  air. 

And  trace  the  heav'nly  road.... 
Adieu,  adieu,  all  earthly  things  ; 
O  that  I  had  some  angers  wings, 
I'd  quickly  see  my  God. 


[Associations. ...or,  general  meetings 
of  Churches  and  Ministers. 

320.     Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  423. 
Spiriiuctt  associations  registered    in    heaven ;    or, 
.  God's  gracious  approbation  of  actice  attempts  to 
revive  religion.     Mai.  ill.  1  6,  17. 
1  *HjplirlE  Lord  on  mortal  worms  looks  down 
jL     From  his  celestial  throne  ; 
And  when  the  wicked  swarm  around, 
He  well  disceras  his  own. 
$L  He  sees  the  tender  hearts  that  mourn 
The  scandals  of  the  times  ; 
And  join  their  efforts  to  oppose 
The  wide  prevailing  crimes. 
3  Low  to  the  social  band  he  bows 
His  still  attentive  ear  ; 
And  while  his  angels  sing  around, 

Delights  their  voice  to  hear. 
The  chronicles  of  heaven  shall  keep 

Their  words  in  transcript  fair  ; 
In  the  Redeemer's  book  of  life 

Their  names  recorded  are. 
ff  Yes,  (saith  the  Lord,)  the  world  shall  know 
These  humble  souls  are  mine  ; 


3-21,  322    Associations ;  or,  general  meetings 
These,  when  my  jewels  I  produce, 
Shall  in  full  lustre  shine. 
6  When  deluges  of  fiery  wrath 
My  foes  away  shall  bear, 
That  hand  which  strikes  the  wicked  thro' 
Shall  all  my  children  spare." 

321.  Common  Metre, 
From  I.  W.  Psalm  133. 

Brotherly  love. 

1  TT    O  !  what  an  entertaining  sight 
JLi  Those  friendly  brethren  prove. 
Whose  cheerful  hearts  in  bands  unite, 

Of  harmony  and  love  ! 

2  Where  streams  of  bliss  from  Christ  the  spring 

Descend  to  every  soul  ; 
And  heav'nly  peace  with  balmy  wng 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole. 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil  divinely  sweet, 

On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head, 
The  trrckling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  spread. 
it  'Tis  pleasant  as  the  morning  dews 
That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
Where  God  his  mildest  glory  shews, 
And  makes  his  grace  distil. 

322.  Tune  Sharon. 
From  I.  W.  Psalm  133. 

The  blessings- oj  Friendship. 
t  *TJ[OW  pleasant  'tis  to  see 
M    3    Kindred  and  friends  agree. 
Each  m  his  proper  station  move. 
And  each  fulfi>.  his  part 
With  sympathising  heart 
In  all  the  care's  "of  life  and  love,  ] 
•  'Tis  like  an  ointment  shed 


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On  Aaron's  sacred  head, 
Divinely  rich,  divinely  sweet  ; 

The  oil  thro'  all  the  room 

Diffus'd  a  choice  perfume, 
Ran  thro'  his  robes  and  blest  his  feet. 
Like  fruitful  showers  of  rain 

That  water  all  the  plain, 
Descending  from  the  neighboring  hills  ; 

Such  streams  of  pleasure  roll 

Thro*  ev'rv  friendly  soul, 
Where  love  like  heavenly  dew  distils. 

32".  Long  Metre. 

From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  424. 

JMrnisters  abounding  in  the  work  of  the  Lord* 

BEFORE  thy  throne,  eternal  king, 
Thy  ministers  their  tribute  bring. 
Their  tribute  of  united  praise 
For  heavenly  news  and  peaceful  days. 
We  sing  the  conquests  of  thy  sword. 
And  publish  loud  thy  healing  word  ; 
While  angels  sound  thy  glorious  name, 
Thy  saving  grace  our  lips  proclaim. 
Thy  various, service  we  esteem 
Our  sweet  employ,  our  bliss  supreme  ^ 
And  while  we  feel  thy  heavenly  love, 
We  burn  like  seraphim  above. 
Nor  seraphs  there  can  ever  raise 
With  us  an  equal  song  of  praise  : 
They  are  the  noblest  work  of  God, 
But  we  the  pu; chase  of  his  blood. 
Still  in  thy  work  would  we  abound  ; 
Still  prune  the  vine,  or  plough  the  grounds 
7'hy  sheep  with  wholesome  pasture  feed. 
And  watch  them  with  unwearied  heed. 
Thou  art  our  Lord,  our  life,  our  Jove,. 


S24       Associations;    or 9  general  meetings 
Our  care  Delow  and  crown  above  ; 
Thy  praise  shall  be  our  best  employ, 
Thy  presence  our  eternal  joy. 
324.  Long  Metre. 
From  Hymn  1  I,  New  Collection. 
A  minister  s  desire  for  the  salvation  of  sinners. 

1  "  ["  LONG  to  see  the  season  come, 

JL  When  sinners  shalicome  flocking  home 
To  taste  the  riches  of  God's  love, 
And  seek  the  joys  that  are  above. 

2  Hark  how  the  gospel  trumpets  sound, 
inviting  sinners  all  around; 

Behold  your  loving  Saviour  stands, 
*    And  spreads  for  you  his  bleeding  hands. 
S  Jf  he  comes  knocking  at  your  heart, 

Waiting  salvation  to  impart; 

To  wash  you  in  atoning  b!ood, 

And  seal  you  heirs  and  sons  of  God. 

4  A  few  days  more  and  we  must  go, 
To  realms  of  joy  or  endless  woe  ; 

In  worlds  of  bliss  with  Christ  to  dwelJ, 
Or  sink  beneath  his  frowns  to  hell. 

5  Come  now,  poor  sinners,  counsel  take, 
And  all  your  sinful  ways  forsake,    « 
This  world  give  o'er  leave  friends  behind. 
In  Christ  redemption  you  shall  find. 

6  Take  your  companion  by  the  hand, 
And  your  connexion  in  a  band  : 
And  give  them  up  at  Jesus'  call, 
For  he  can  bless  and  save  them  all. 

7  And  when  the  day  of  Christ  shall  come; 
When  he  collects  his  jewels  home  ; 
On  Zion's  mount  you  then  shall  stand. 
And  join  the  bright  angelic  band. 

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May  I  be  there  that  sight  to  see, 
And  join  in  praise  to  Jesus'  name, 
All  glorious  in  Jerusalem. 

325.     Common  Metre. 

From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  425. 

Lovest  thou  me?  Feed  my  lambs.     John.xxi.  15, 

1  T~"\0  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord  ? 

I  J   Behold  my  heart  and  see  ; 
And  turn  each  cursed  idol  out. 
That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Do  not  I  love  thee  from  my  soul  ? 

Then  let  me  nothing  love  ; 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy. 

When  Jesus  cannot  move. 

3  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear  ? 
-   Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 

4  [Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  Sock, 

I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 
Hast  thou  a  foe  before  whose  Face 
1  fear  thy  cause  to  plead  ? 

5  Would  not  mine  ardent  spirit  vie 

With  angels  round  the  throne. 
To  execute  thy  sacred  will, 
And  make  thy  glory  known  ? 

6  Would  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its  blood 

In  honour  of  thy  name  ? 
And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
To  damp  th*  immortal  flame  !] 

7  Thou  know'st  I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord*. 

But  Oil  long  to  soar 
Far  from  the  ^pear-of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  thee  more, 

Y  9 


526,227     Associations;  Qr9  general  ?neeting$ 
326.  Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  426. 
Prayer  for  ?ninisters. 

1  "T^ATHER  of  mercies  bow  thine  ear, 

Wl  Attentive  to  our  earnest  prayer  ; 
We  plead  for  those  who  plead  for  thee, 
Successful  pleaders  may  they  be  ! 

2  How  great  their  work,  how  vast  their  eharge 
Do  thou  their  anxious  souls  enlarge, 
Their  best  acquirements  are  our  gain, 
We  share  the  blessings  they  obtain. 

3  Clothe  then,  with  energy  divine 

Their  words,  and  let  those  words  be  thine 
To  them  thy  sacred  truth  reveal, 
Suppress  their  fear,  inflame  their  zeal. 

4  Teach  them  to  sow  the  precious  seed, 
Teach  them  thy  chosen  flock  to  feed  ; 
Teach  them  immortal  souls  to  gain, 
Souls  that  will  well  reward  their  pain. 

5  Let  thronging  multitudes  around, 
Hear  from  their  lips  the  joyful  sound  ; 
In  humble  strains  thy  grace  implore, 
And  feel  the  new  creating  power. 

(3  Let  sinners  break  their  massy  chains, 
Distressed  souls  forget  their  pains  ; 
Let  light  through  distant  realms  bespread, 
And  Zion  rear  her  drooping  head. 

327-     Tune  Conquest. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  427. 
Prayer  for  a  revival. 
I   Q  AVIOUR  visit  thy  plantation, 
>0  Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain  ; 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 
Unless  thou  return  again  : 
Lord,  revive  us, 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 


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2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high  : 
Lest  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 

Every  plant  should  droop  anc>  die. 
Lord,  &g. 

3  Surely  once  thy  garden  flourish'd, 

Every  part  look'd  gay  and  preen  ; 
Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourished, 

Happy  seasons  we  have  seen  1 
Lord,  &c. 

4  [But  a  draught  has  since  succeeded, 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see  ; 
Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 

Help  can  only  come  from  thee  ; 
Lord,  &c, 

5  Where  are  those  we  counted  leaders, 

Fill'd  with  zeal  and  love  and  truth  t 
Old  professor's,  tail  as  Cedars, 

Bright  examples  to  our  youth  ! 
Lord,  See. 

6  Some  In  whom  we  ©nee  de'ighted, 

We  shall  meet  no  more  below, 
Some,  alas  !  we  fear  are  blighted, 

Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show  : 
Lord,  &c, 

7  Younger  plants.. ..the  sight  how  pleasant, 

Cover'd  thick  with  blossoms  stood  ; 
But  they  cause  us  grief  at  present, 
Frosts  have  nipp'd  them  in  the  bud  ! 
,    Lord,  &:c. 

8  Dearest  Saviour  hasten  hither, 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again-; 
Oh,  permit  them  not  to  wither, 

Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain  : 
Lord,  Sec. 

9  Let  our  inu'ual  love  be  fervent. 


328  Associations ;  or ',  general  meetings 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers  ; 

Let  each  one  esteem'd  thy  servant, 

Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares 
Lord,  &c. 
10  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 
Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh  ; 
And  begin  from  this  good  hour, 

To  revive  thy  work  afresh  : 
Lord,  revive  us, 

All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 
328.     Tune  Invitation. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  428. 
Longing  for  the  spread  of  the  Gospel. 

1  /""VER  tne  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
\J  Look,  my  soul,  be  still  and  gaze, 
All  the  promises  do  travail 

With  a  glorious  day  of  grace  : 
Blessed  Jubilee, 
Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn. 

2  Let  the  Indian,  let  the  negro, 

Let  the  rude  barbarian  see, 
That  divine  and  glorious  conquest, 

Once  obtain'd  on  Calvary  ; 
Let  the  gospel 
Loud  resound  from  pole  to  pole. 

3  Kingdoms  wide,  that  sit  in  darkness, 

Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light, 
And  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 

May  the  morning  chase  the  night, 
And  redemption 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 
May  the  glorious  day  approaching, 

From  eternal  darkness  dawn, 
And  the  everlasting  gospel 

Spread  abroad  thy  holy  name  ; 


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AH  the  borders 

Of  the  great  Immanuel's  land. 
5  Fly  abroad  thou  mighty  gospel, 
Win,  and  conquer,  never  cease  : 
May  thy  lasting  wide  dominions 

Multiply  and  still  increase  ; 
Sway  thy  sceptre, 
Saviour  all  the  world  around. 

329.     Common  Metre. 

By  Mrs.  Saffery,  &c. 

The  Missionaries  farewell. 

1  ~\Z~  INDRED  and  friends,  and  native  land;, 

l\.    How  shall  we  say  farewell  ? 
And  when  our  swelling  sails  expand, 
How  will  our  bosoms  swell  ? 

2  Yes,  nature  all  thy  soft  delights, 

And  tender  ties  we  know  ; 
But  love  more  strong  than  death  unites. 
To  him  that  bids  us  go. 

3  Thus  when  our  weary  passions  mov'd 

The  gushing  tear-drop  starts, 

The  cause  of  Jesus  more  belov'd, 

Shall  glow  within  our  hearts. 

4  The  sigh*  we  breathe  for  precious  souli, 

Where  he  is  yet  unknown, 
Might  waft  us  to  the  distant  poles, 
Or  to  the  burning  zone. 

5  With  the  warm  wish  our  bosoms  swell, 

May  his  dear  cause  extend  ; 
Farewell  then,  we  can  say  farewell, 
Our  friends,  our  native  land. 

6  We'll  g«  at  thy  command,  dear  Lord 

Thy  will  is  not  severe  : 
We'il  go  with  willing  hearts  and  hands, 
We  count  our  lives  not  dear. 


330     Associations;  or,  general  meetings,  tec.. 

7  We  love  thy  service  gracious  God, 

We'll  spend  our  clays  therein  ; 
O  keep  us  by  thy  mighty  power, 
And  save  us  from  ail  sin. 

8  And  when  our  work  is  done  below. 

Receive  us  up  to  rest ; 
W:here  some  of  every  land  and  tongue 
Will  be  forever  blest. 

330.  Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  429. 
The  increase  of  the  Church 
1   HrlOUT,  for  the  blessed  Jesus  reigns, 
^  Thro'  distant  lands  his  triumphs  spread  : 
And  sinners,  freed  from  endless  pains, 
Own  him  their  Saviour  and  their  head. 
3  His  sons,  and  daughters  from  afar, 
Daily  at  Zion's  gate  arrive  ; 
Those  who  were  dead  in  sin  before, 
By  sovereign  grace  are  made  alive. 

3  Oppressors  bow  beneath  his  feet, 
O'ccome  by  his  victorious  power: 
Princes  in  humble  posture  wait, 
And  proud  blasphemers  learn  t'  adore. 

4  Gentiles  and  Jews  his  laws  obey, 
Nations  remote  their  offerings  bring, 
And,  unconstrain'd  their  homage  pay 
To  their  exalted  God  and  King. 

5  O  may  his  conquests  still  increase, 
And  every  foe  his  power  subdue  ; 
While  angels  celebrate  his  praise, 
And  saints  his  growing  glories  shew, 

6  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb, 
From  all  below  and  all  above ; 
In  lofty  songs  exalt  his  name, 
In  songs  as  lasting  as  his  love. 


Collection  for  po&r  Ghurches.     331,  332 
331.     Tune  Mw-MHford. 
From  j»  R's  Selection  Hymn  431. 
The  completing  of  the  Spiritual  Temple,  Zec.iv.  7. 
1        C^NG'to  the  Lord  above, 

O  Who  deigns  on  earth  to  raise 
A-  temple  to  his  love, 
A  monument  of  praise  : 
Ye  saints  aiound,  thro'  all  its  frame, 
,  Harmonious  sound  the  builder*s  nam«. 
3       Beneath  his  eye  and  care 
The  edifice  shall  rise 
Majestic  strong  and  fair, 
And  shine  above  the  skies  : 
There  shall  he  place  the  polish'd  stone 
Ordain'd  the  work  of  grace  to  cr»wn. 


Collection  for  poor  Churches,  &c>   " 

332.  Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  433. 
Relieving  Christ  in  his  Members.   Matt,  xxv;  4Q3 
I     TESUS,  my  Lord,  how  rich  thy  grace  \ 
%3     Thy  bounties  how  complete  ! 
How  shall  1  count  the  matchless  sum  ? 
How  pay  the  mighty  debt  ? 
I  High  on  a  throne  of  radianc  light 
Dost  thou  exalted  shine  ; 
What  can  my  poverty  bestow, 
.    When  all  the  world  are  thine  ? 
I  But  thou  hast  brethren  here  below, 
The  partners  of  thy  grace  ; 
And  wilt  confess  then-  humble  names 
Before  thy  Father's  face. 
j  In  them  thou  may'st  be  cloth'dand  fed, 
And  visited. and  chcsrV.  ; 


333,  334  Church  Meetings. 

And  in  their  accents  of  distress, 
My  Saviour's  voice  is  heard. 
3  Thy  face  with  rev'rence  and  with  love, 
We  in  thy  poor  would  see  ; 
©  let  us  rather  beg  our  bread 
Than  keep  it  back  from  thee. 

333.  Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  436. 
Providing  Bags  that  wax  not  old.     Luke  xii. 

1  "'^ST'ES,  there  are  joys  that  cannot  die, 

■       With  God  laid  up  in  store  ; 
Treasure  beyond  the  changing  sky, 
Brighter  than  golden  ore. 

2  The  seeds  which  piety  and  love 

Hdve  scatter'd  here  below, 
In  the  fair,  fertile  fields  above, 
To  ample  harvests  grow. 

3  The  mite  my  willing  hands  can  give, 

At  Jesus'  feet  1  lay  ; 
Grace  shall  the  humble  gift  receive, 
And  grace  at  large  repay. 

Church  Meetings. 

334.     Short  Metre. 
From  J.  Pt's.  Selection,  Hymn  43 7 , 
Praise  for  conversion.     Psalm  lxvi.  IG. 
OME  ye  that  fear  the  Lord, 
And  listen  while  I  tell 
How  narrowly  my  feet  escap'd 
The  snares  of  death  and  hell. 
The  flatt'ring;  joys  of  sense 
Assail'd  my  foolish  heart, 
While  Satan,  with  malicious  skill, 
Guided  the  poisonous  da>rt. 


■c 


Church  Meetings,  &3.5 

3  I  fell  beneath  the  stroke, 
But  fell  to  raise  again  : 

My  anguish  rous'd  me  into  life, 
And  pleasure  sprung  from  pain, 

4  Darkness,  and  shame,  and  grief 
Oppress' d  my  gloomy  mind  : 

I  lookM  around  me  for  relief, 
But  no  relief  could  find. 
3       At  length  to  God,  I  cry'd  ; 
He  heard  my  plaintive  sigh, 
He  heard,  and  instantly  he  sent 
Saivation  from  on  high. 

6  My  drooping  head  he  rais'd, 
My  bleeding  wounds  he  heal'd, 

.Pardon'd  my  sins,  and  with  a  smile 
The  gracious  pardon  seal'd. 

7  O  !  may  1  ne'er  forget 
The  mercy  of  my  God! 

Nor  ever  want  a  tongue  to  spread 
His  loudest  praise  abroad. 

335.     Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  4S8. 
The  conversion  of  sinners  a   matter  for  prayer  and 
praise. 

1  f  I  IHERE's  joy  in  heaven,  and  joy  on  oil 

JL  earth, 

When  prodigals  return, 
To  see  desponding  souls  rejoice, 
And  haughty  sinners  mourn. 

2  «  Come  saints  and  hear  what  God  hath  done/" 

Is  a  reaving  sound  : 
O  may  it  spread  from  sea  to  sea, 
E'en  all  the  globe  around. 

8  Often,  O  sovereign  Lord,  renew 

The  wonders  of  this  day  ; 
z 


SJJ6  Church  Mertvigi. 

That  Jesus  here  may  see  his  seed, 
And  Satan  lose  his  prey. 
4  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  thine  own; 
Thine  be  the  praises  too, 
Let  every  heart  and  every  tongue 
Give  thee  the  glory  due. 

336*.  Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Hymn  16,  Book  2. 
Part  the  second. 
i    "    "    ORD,  what  a  heav'n  of  saving  grace4 
1  A  Shines  thro'  the  beauties  of  thy  facej 
And  lights  our  passions  to  a  flame  ! 
Lord,  how  we  love  thy  charming  name. 
3  When  1  can  say,  my  God  is  mine. 
When  I  can  feci  thy  glories  shine, 
I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet. 
And  all  the  world  calls  good  or  great, 
3   While  such  a  scene  of  sacred  joys, 
Our  rapturM  eyes  and  souls  employs, 
Here  we  could  sit  and  gaze  away, 
a  long  and  everlasting  day. 
i  Well  we  shall  quickly  pass  the  night, 
To  the  fair  coast  of  perfect  light  ; 
Then  shall  our  joyful  senses  rove 
O'er  the  dear  object  of  our  love. 
9  [There  shall  we  drink  full  draughts  of  bliss, 
And  pluck  new  life  from  heav'nly  trees  ! 
Yet  now  and  then,  dear  Lord,  bestow 
A  drop  of  heav'n  on  worms  below. 
o  Send  comforts  down  from  thy  right  hand  ; 
While  we  passthio'  this  barren  land  \ 
And  in  thy  temple  let  us  see 
A  glimpse  of  love,  a  g'i  rn^e  of  Tr.ee.] 


Ghtlrch  Metihigi.  S3J >  33H- 

337.  Long  Metre. 

From  I.  W.  Psal.8?. 

The  church  the  birth  place  of  the  saints  ;  or,  JctvS- 

and  Gentiles  united  in  the  Christian  church. 

1  f^i  OD  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 
\JT  Foundation  for  his  heavn'Jy  praise  ; 
He  likes  the  teats  of  Jacob  well, 

But  still  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell 

2  His  mercy  visits  every  house 

That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows  ; 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  stay, 
Whcr*  churches  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 

3  What  glories  were  described  of  old  ? 
What  wonders  are  in  Sion  told  ? 
Thou  city  of  oar  God  below, 

Thy  fame  shall  Tyre  and  e  gypt  know* 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew* 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  a-new  • 
Angels  and  men  shall  join  to  sing 
The  hill  where  living  waters  spring, 

5  When  God  makes  up  his  last  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
'Twill  be  an  honour  to  appear 

As  one  new  born  and  nourished  there, 
33 8.     Long  Metre. 
From  Hymn  89,  New  Collection. 
At.  a  Church  meeting,  before  experiences  i 

1  ^]WTOW  we  are  met  in  holy  fear 
J^|    To  hear  the  happy  saints  declare 
The  free  compassions  of  a  God, 

The  virtues  of  a  Saviour's  blood. 

2  Jesus  assist  them  now  to  tell 

Wh:U  they  have  felt  and  how  they  fctl  ; 
O  Saviour  help  them  to  express 
Trje  wonders  of  triumphant  grace. 


339  Church  Meetings, 

3  While  to  the  church  they  freely  own 

What  for  their  souls  the  Lord  hath  done, 

WeM  join  to  praise  eternal  Jove, 

And  heighten  all  the  joys  above. 

339.     Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  440. 
To  -whom  shall  iae  go  but  unto   thee?  or,  Life  q, 
safety  in  Christ  alone.     John  vi.  67 — 69. 

1  HT'HOU  only  sovereign  of  my  heart, 

m.      My  refuse,  my  almighty  friend— 
And  can  my  soul  from  thee  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hopes  depend  ? 

2  Whither,  ah  !  whither  shall  I  go, 
A  wretched  wanderer  from  my  Lord  ? 
Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  woe 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  afford. 

3  Eternal  life  thy  words  impart, 
On  these  my  fainting  spirit  lives* 
Here  sweeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart 
Than  all  the  round  of  nature  gives. 

4  Let  earth's  alluring  joys  combine, 
While  thou  art  near  in  vain  they  call  : 
One  smile,  one  blissful  smile  ot  thine, 
My  dearest  Lord,  outweighs  them  all. 

3  Thv  name  my  inmost  powers  adore, 
Thou  art  my  life,  my  joy,  my  care  : 
Depart  from  thee — *tis  death — 'tis  more— 
'Tis  endless  ruin,  deep  despair  ! 

5  Lo,  at  thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie, 
Here  safety  dwells  and  peace  divine  ; 
Still  let  me  live  beneath  thine  eye, 
For  life,  eternal  life  is  thine. 


G&urch  Meetings*  340 

340.  Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  1,  Hymn  t. 
A  new  song  to  the  Lamb  that  was  slain.  Rev.  v.  %4 
8,9,10,  12. 
EHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 
Amidst  his  Father's  throne  : 
*pare  new  honours  for  his  name? 
And  songs  before  unknown. 
■2  Let  elders  worship  at  his  feet. 
The  church  adore  around  ; 
With  vials  full  of  odours  sweet, 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

3  Those  are  the  prayers  of  all  the  saints, 

And  these  the  hymns  they  raise  : 
Jesus  is  kind  to  our  complaints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praise. 

4  [Eternal  Father,  who  shall  look 

Into  thy  secret  will  ? 
Who  but  the  Son  shall  take  that  took. 
And  open  ev'ry.seal  ? 

5  He  shall  fulfil  thy  great  decrees, 

The  Son  deserves  it  well  ; 
Lo,  in  his  hand  the  sov'reign  keys 
Of  heav'n  and  death,  and  hell.] 

6  Now  to  the  Lamb,  that  once  was  slain? 

Be  endless  blessings  paid  : 
Salvation,  glory,  joy.  remain, 
Forever  on  thy  head. 

7  Thou  hast  redeem'd  our  souls  with  bloo^L 

Hast  set  the  pris'ners  free, 
Hast  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  thee.      ^ 

8  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace. 

Are  put  beneath  thy  pcw'r ; 


341  Baptism. 

Then  shorten  these  delaying  days, 
And  bring  the  promia'd  hour. 

Baptism, 

34 1 .    Tune  NexvMilford. 

From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  445. 

Invitation  tofollov  the  lamb. 

1  TTUMBLE  souls  who  seek  salvation, 
JL  JL  Thro'  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood, 
Hear  the  voice  of  revelation, 

Tread  the  path  that  Jesus  trod, 
Flee  to  him  your  only  Saviour. 

In  his  mighty  name  confide  ; 
In  the  whole  of  your  behaviour 

Own  him  as  your  sovereign  guide. 

2  Hear  the  bless'd  Redeemer  call  you, 

Listen  to  his  gracious  voice  ; 
Dread  no  ills  that  can  befal  you, 

While  you  make  his  ways  your  choke  ? 
Jesus  says,  "  Let  each  believer 

Be  baptised  in  my  name  :" 
He  himself  in  Jordon's  river, 

Was  immers'd  beneath  the  stream, 

3  Plainly  here  his  footsteps  tracing, 

Follow  him  withour  delay  ; 
Gladly  his  command  embracing, 

Lo  1  your  Captain  leads  the  way  : 
View  the  right  with  understanding, 

Jesus'  grave  before  you  lies  ; 
Be  interr'd  at  his  commanding, 

After  his  example  rise. 


Baptism.  S4S,  343 

342.  Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  448. 
Immersion. 

THUS  was  the  great  Redeemer  plung'4 
in  Jordon's  swelling  flood  ! 
To  shew  he  must  be  soon  baptiz'd 

In  tears,  and  sweat  and  blood. 
Thus  was  his  sacred  body  laid 
Beneath  the  yielding  wave, 
Thus  was  his  sacred  body  rais'd 

Out  of  the  liquid  grave. 
Lord,  we  thy  precepts  would  obey, 

in  thy  own  footsteps  tread  ; 
Would  die,  be  bury'd,  rise  with  thee, 
Our  ever-living  head. 

343.  Long  Metre. 

From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  451. 

Nat  ahhamed  of  Christ. 

JESUS  !  and  shall  it  ever  be 
A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee  ! 
Asham'd  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise. 
Whose  glories  shine  thro*  endless  days  ! 
Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star  ; 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine, 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 
Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon  ; 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul  till  he, 
Bright  Morning-star  I  bid  darkness  flee. 
Asham'd  of  Jesus  I  that  dear  friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ! 
No  ;  when  I  blush — be  this  my  shamed 
That  i  no  more  revere  his  name. 
Ashatn'4  of  Jesus  !  yes  I  may. 


34f  345  B 

:o  crave, 
HI  :u  quelle  no  sovl  to  save. 

6  Till  then — -nor  Is  my  boasting  vain, 
Till  then  t  boast  a  Saviour  slum  I 
And  C)  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Chris. t  is  not  asham'd  of  me  ! 

7  [His  institutions  would  Inrize, 
Take  up  my  cross,  the  shame  despise  ; 
Dure  (p*  defend  his  noble  cause. 
And  yield  obedience  to  his  laws.] 

344.  Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  454. 

Th  e  Adjn  i  n  u  t  .>  ate  r 
\  "  tf^y*  O  teach  the  nation*  and  baptize/ 
\_Tf    Aloud  th'  ascending  Jesus  cries 
H:s  glad  apostles  took  the  world, 
And  round  the  nations  preach'd  their  Lord 
4a  Commissioned  thus,  by  Zion's  King, 
We  to  his  holy  laver  bring 
These  nappy  converts,  who  have  known 
And  trusted  in  his  grace  alone. 
3  Lord*  in  thy  house,  they  seek  thy  face> 
O  bless  them  with  peculiar  grace  ; 
Lefnesu  their  souls  with  love  divine  : 
Let  bean:s  of  y;lory  round  them  shine. 

345.  Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Hymn  122,  Book  1. 

Believers  bwUd iiith  Christ  in  baptism.   Rom. 
3,  4,  See. 

1    TT~\0  we  not  know  that  solemn  word, 
JLr  That  we  we  are  bury'd  with  the  Lcrd, 
B&ptifc'd  into  his  deytb,  and  then 
Put  pff  the  body  of  our  bin  ? 

f)  Our  souls  receive  diviner  breath. 


Baptism.  34 6,  347 

Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt  and  death : 
So  from  the  grave  did  Christ  arise, 
And  lives  to  God  above  the  skies. 
No  more  let  sin  or  Satan  reign 
Over  our  mortal  flesh  again  ; 
The  various  lusts  we  serv'd  before, 
Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more. 

346.  Long  Metre. 
From  1.  W.  Book  1,  Hymn  52. 

Baptism.  Matt,  xxviii.  1 9.  Acts  ii,  38. 
V  *  a  WAS  the  commission  of  our  Lord, 

JL      Go  teach  the  nations  and  baviize9 
The  nations  have  received  the  word 
Since  he  ascended  to  the  skies. 
He  sits  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 
With  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hands, 
And  sends  his  cov'nant  with  the  seals, 
To  bless  the  distant  christian  lands. 
"  Repent,  and  be  baptiz'd  he  saith, 
For  the  remission  of  your  sins  :*' 
And  thus  our  sense  assists  our  faiih, 
And  shows  us  what  his  gospel  means. 
Our  souls  he  washes  in  his  blood, 
As  water  makes  the  body  clean  ; 
And  the  ^ood  spirit  from  our  God 
Descends  like  purifying  rain. 
Thus  we  engage  ourselves  to  thee, 
And  seal  our  cov'nant  with  the  Lord, 
O  may  the  great  Eternal  Three 
In  heav'n  our  solemn  vows  record  ! 

347.  Tune  Autumn. 
From  Hymn  45,  New  Collection. 

Following  Jtaus  in  Baptism, 

BEGIN  the  third  of  Mathew,  and  read 
that  chapter  true, 


■H'  Baptism, 

It  .teaches  true  believers  what  they  are  call' 
to  do  ; 

It  sptiks  of  John  the  Baptist,  who  in  the  will 

derncss, 
Did  preach  the  joyful   tidings  of  Christ  th 

prince  of  peace. 
Q  Some   Pharisees  attended  to    be  baptiz'd    o 

him, 

But  he  demanded  fruits  of  repentance  wrou^h 
in  them  ;  ° 

Saying  1M1  baptize  you  freely,  when  you  con 
fess  your  sin, 

Subm'f  to  Christ  the  Saviour,  and  own  hire 
for  your  king. 

3  Then  ume  the   Lord   the  Saviour,  Jehovah 

God  the  Son, 

And  was  baptized  in  Jordon,  by  his  own  ser 
vant  John  ; 

As  he  came  out  of  the  water,  from  the  open- 
ing heav'ns  above, 

The  Spirit  lights  on  Jesas,  in  the  likeness- of  & 
Dove. 

4  Hie  heav'ns  they  were  open'd,  that  plainly  you 

might  see, 
A  wnness  to  the  people,  that  thus  it  ought  to 

be; 
And  a  voice  came  from  heav'n,  this  is  my  only 

son, 
In  whom  f  am  well  pleased    with  aM  that  he 

hat>  done. 

5  You  that   believe  in  Je-ius,  come  shew  it  by 

vour  love, 
And  follow  his  example  recorded  from  above  ; 
Tuke    up  your  cross  as  freely  as  Jesus  did  for 

you, 


Baptism,  548,  349 

To   him  I  recommend  you   what,  more  can 
mortal  do  ? 

348.     Tune  Jubilee's  Trump. 

From  Hymn  46.  New  Collection. 

Keep  my  Commandments* 

O  CHRISTIANS  all  i  ^ray  reflect, 
And  don't  your  duty  so  neglect, 

But  foilow  Christ  the  lamb  ; 
Into  the  flowing  watry  stream, 
And  be  baptis'd  in  his  r.ame, 

And  then  go  on  in  peace. 
But -if  you  slight  his  strict  commands, 
Expect  not  favour  from  his  hands, 

But  fear  his  awful  nod  ! 
Nor  let  a  christian  ever  say, 
I'll  serve  the  Lord  some  other  way, 

Sure  it  will  do  as  well. 
O  let  us  not  presume  to  carve 
For  Jesus,  but  his  laws  observe, 

That's  sanctionM  from  above  ; 
Then,  O  believer,  come  away, 
Why  should  you  any  longer  stay, 

Since  Jesus  bids  you  come. 
The  willing  and  obedient  soul, 
Shall  feel  the  love  that  can't  be  told, 

And  be  completely  blest ; 
And  in  that  glorious  day  to  come, 
Will  here  a  voice  proclaim  well  done, 

And  find  eternal  rest. 

349.      Tune  Warren. 
From  Hymn  74,  New  Collection. 
Admonition  to  Christian  duties. 

CHRISTIANS,  if  your  hearts  be  war*:, 
Ice  and  snow  can  do  no  barm 
\\  by  Jesus  you  are  priz'd, 


$$0  Baptism. 

Rise,  believe*  and  behaptiz'd. 

2  Jesus  drank  the  gall  for  you, 
Bore  the  curse  to  mortals  due  ; 
Cipdrcri  prove  your  love  to  him, 
Never  fcar  the  frozen  stream. 

3  Never  shun  th  Saviour's  cross, 
All  on  earth  is  worthless  dross; 
If  the  Saviour's  love  you  feel, 
Let  the  world  behold  your  zeal. 

4  Fire  is  good  to  warm  the  soul, 
Water  purifies  the  whole, 
Fire  and  water  both  agree. 
Winter  soldiers  never  flee. 

5  Ev'ry  season  of  the  year, 
Let  your  worship  be  sincere  ; 
When  the  storms  prevent  your  roam> 
Serve  your  gracious  Lord  at  home, 

•  Read  his  sacred  word  by  day, 
Ever  watching  always  pray  ; 
Meditate  his  law  by  night, 
This  will  give  you  great  delight. 
350.  Common  Metre. 
From  Hymn  91,  New  Collection, 
On  Baptism. 

1  TN  the  Lord's  w^rd  left  on  record, 
J_   Expressly  it  is  said, 

They  did  repair  where  solemn  pray  r 
Was  wont  for  to  be  made. 

2  In  pleasure  sweet,  here  we  do  meet, 

Down  by  the  water  side, 
And  here  we  stand  by  Christ's  command, 
To  wait  upon  his  bride. 

3  Now  we  will  sing  to  Christ  our  King, 

Our  souis  shall  give  him  thanks* 
Who  came  to  Jordon  uoto  John, 


The  lord's  &v>per.  .35 1 

And  went  down  Jordon's  banks. 

4  With  one  accord  we'Jl  bless  the  Lord, 

Who  in  his  word  doth  say, 
That  he  that  dy'd,  he  was  bapti£'d. 
And  marked  out  the  way. 

5  Now  we  do  tell  our  friends  farewell, 

To  practice  his  commands  ; 
It  is  the  road  that  leads  to  God, 
The  way  to  Canaan's  land. 
£  Our  king  did  stand  and  give  command, 
Who  sent  his  servants  forth, 
T©  call  to  all  of  Adam's  fall, 
They  went  from  south  to  north. 
7  Ye  sinners  all  come  hear  the  call? 
His  loving  truth  embrace, 
That  you  may  stand  on  Canaan's  !and> 
And  see  him  fice  to  face-. 


The  Lord's  Supper, 

351 .     Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  47S. 
An  invitation-  to  the  gospel  feast.  Luke  xiv.  £^  . 

1  "\7"&  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 

X     Behold  a  royal  feast ! 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store, 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  See  Jesus  stand  with  open  arms  ; 

He  callsj  he  bids  you  come  : 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms, 
But  see  there  yet  is  room..i 

3  Room  in  the  Saviour's  bleedirig  hearty 

There  love  and  pity  meet ; 
,Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart. 
That  trembles  at  his  feet, 
ab 


332  The  Lord's  Supper 7 

4  In  him  the  Father  reconciPd 

Invites  your  souls  to  come  : 
The  rebel  shall  be  call'd  a  child, 
And  kindly  welcom'd  home. 

5  O  come,  and  with  his  children  taste' 

The  blessings  of  his  love  ; 
While  hope  attends  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

6  There,  with  united  heart  and  vol  e, 

Before  th'  eternal  throne, 
Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoi  e, 
In  ecsracies  unknown. 

7  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more*, 

Are  welcome  still  to  come  : 

Ye  longing  souls  the  grace  adore  ; 

Approach,  there  yet  is  room. 

332.  Long  Metre. 

From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  474. 

Cnnst  dying,  rising  and  reigning. 

1  *]      J~E  dies  I  the  fjiend  of  sinners  dies! 
JL-JL  Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around  ! 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies  ! 
A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground  ! 
Come  saints  and  drop  a  tear  or  two 
Ftfr  him  who  groan'd  beneath  yoar  load  J 
He  shed  a  thousand  drops  for  you, 
And  thousand  drops  of  richer  biood  ! 

2  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree, 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 
But  lo  !   what  sudden  joys  we  see  ! 
Jesus  the  dead  revives  again  I 
The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb! 
Up  to' his  Father's  court  he  flies  ; 
Cherubic  legions  guard,  him  no  me, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies^ 


The  Lord's  Supper*  3,S3>£,54 

3  Break  off  your  tear?,  ye  saints,  and  tell 
How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns  ; 
Sing  how  he  spoil'd  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  monster  death  in  chains  ! 
Say,  **  Live  forever,  wond'rous  King, 
Born  to  redeem,  and  strong  to  save  !" 
Then  ask  the  monster,  "  Where's  thy  sting  ? 
And  where's  thy  victory  boasting  grave  V 
353.     Long  Metre. 
Prom  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  476. 
A  sacramental  Hymn. 

1  ^  1  ^HUS  we  commemorate  the  day, 

I       On  which  our  dearest  Lord  was  slain  } 
Thus  we  our  pious  homage  pay, 
'Till  he  appears  on  earth  again. 

2  Come,  'great  Redeemer,  open  wide 
The  curtains  of  the  parting  sky  : 
On  a  bright  cloud  in  triumph  ride, 
And  on  the  wind's  swift  pinions  fly, 

\  Come,  King  of  kings,  with  thy  bright  train,, 
Cherubs  and  seraphs1,  heavenly  hosts  ; 
Assume  thy  right,  enlarge  thy  reign, 
As  far  as  earth  extends  her  coasts. 
b  Come,  Lord,  and  where  thy  cress  Once  stopc^r 
There  plant  thy  banner  fix  thy  throne} 
Subdue  the  rebels  by  thy  word, 
And  claim  the  nations  for  thy  own. 
354.  Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  432. 
A  sacramental  Hymn. 

LORD,  at  thy  table  I  behold 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace; 
But  most  of  all  admire  that  I 
Should  find  a  welcome  place" 
!  3  that  am  ail  defiTd  with  sin, 


5>5  The  Lord%s  Svpptn. 

A  rebel  to  my  God ; 
I  that  have  crucified  his  Son, 
And  trampled  on  his  blood. 
S  What  strange  surprising  grace  is  this, 
That  such  a  soul  has  room  ! 
My  Saviour  takes  me  by  the  baBd, 
My  Jesus  bids  me  come. 

4  *«■  Eat,  O  my  friends,'*  the  Saviour  cries* 

4<  The  feast  was  made  for  you  : 
For  you  I  groan'd,  and  bled,  and  died, 
And  rose,  and  triumph'd  too." 

5  With  trembling  faith,  and  bleeding  hearty 

Lord,  we  accept  thy  love  : 
'Tis  a  rich  banquet  we  have  had, 
What  will  it  be  above  ? 
5  Ye  saints  below,  and  hosts  of  heaven. 
Join  all  your  praising  powers  ; 
No  theme  is  like  redeeming  love. 
No  Saviour  is  like  ours. 
T  Had  I  ten  thousand  hearts,  dear  Lortf, 
I'd  give  them  all  to  thee  ; 
Had  I  ten  thousand  tongues,  they  all 
Should  join  the  harmony. 

355.     Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  486. 
Room  at  the  gospel  feast.  Luke  xiv.  22. 
1  npHE  King  of  heaven  h;s  table  spreads^ 
X     And  dainties  crown  the  board  ; 
Not  paradise,  with  all  its  joys, 
Could  such  delight  afford. 
t  Paidor.  and  peace  to  dying  men, 
And  endless  life  are  given  ; 
Tjhro'  the  rich  blood  that  Jesus  shed 
To  raise  the  soul  to  heaven.  v 

3  Ye  hungry  poor  that  long  have  stra  y"fl 


.  The  Lord's  Supper.  3^6 

In  sill's  dark  mazes,  Come  ; 
"Come,  from  your  most  obscure  retreats* 

And  grace  shall  find  you  room. 
Millions  of  souls  in  glory  now, 
Were  fed  and  feasted  here  ; 
And  millions  more,  still  on  the  Way, 

Around  the  board  appear. 
Yet  is  his  house  and  heart  so  large, 

That  millions  more  may  come, 
Nor  could  the  whole  assembled  world 

O'erfill  the  spacious  room. 
All  things  are  ready,  come  away, 

Nor  weak  excuses  frame  *. 
Crowd  to  your  places  at  the  feast, 
And  bless  the  founder's  name. 
356.  Short  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  5,  Hymn  2. 
'ommuuion  with  Christ  and  his  saints..    1  Cor.  X* 
li.  6*7. 

JESUS  invites  his  saints 
To  meet  aroUnd  his  board  ; 
Here  pardon'drebeissit  and  hold 

Communion  with  their  Lord".    ■ 
For  food  he  gives  his  flesh  ; 

He  bids  us  drink  his  blood  : 
Amazing  favour  matchless  grace 

Of  our  descending  God. 
This  holy  bread  and  wine, 

Maintain  our  fainting  breath, 
By  union  with  our  living  Lord. 

And  interest  in  his  death. 
Our  heav'rtly  Father  calls 

Christ  and  his  members  one  % 
We  the  young  children  of  hislove^ 

And  he  the  first  born  Son. 
♦  b-2 


34*  The  Lord's  Slipper* 

5  We  are  but  sev'ral  'parts 

Of  the  same  broken  bread  ; 
One  body  hath  its  seveial  limb*, 
But  Jesus  is  the  head. 
6-  Let  all  •  u r  j.ow'rs  He  join'd, 
His  glorious  nime  to  raise  ; 
Pleasure  and  love  fill  ev'ry  mind, 
And  ev'ry  voice  be  praise. 

357.   Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  3,. Hymn  13. 
fihint  love    making   a  feast,   and  calling  in   tli 
gusts.     Luke  xiv.  1  7,  22,  23." 

1  TTOW  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 
JfJL  With  Christ  within  the  doors, 
While  everlasting  love  displays 

The  choicest  of  her  stores ! 

2  Here  ev'ry  bowel  of  our  God 

With  soft  compassion  rolls  ; 
Here  peace  and  pardon,  through  his  blood, 
Is  food  for  4ying  souls, 

3  While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  songs, 

Join  to  admire  the  feast, 
Each  of  us  cry.  with  thankful  tongues, 
u  Lord  why  was  I  a  guest." 

4  "  Why  was  1  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

And  enter  while  there's  room  ; 
When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choicet 
And  rather  starve  than  come  ?" 

5  'Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast, 
-    That  sweetly  fore'd  us  in  ; 

Else  we  had  still  refus'd  to  taste, 
And  perish'd  in  our  sin. 

6  [Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God, 

Constrain  the  earth  to  come  : 
Stnd  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
jlAnd  brinp;  the  strangers  home. 
$ifc  long  to  s?c  thy  chur^cs  full, 


Times  and  Seasons,  fcc.         S58,  3^9 
That  all  the  chosen  race 
May  with  one  voice,  and  heart  and  soul, 
Sing  thy  redeeming  grace. 

Times  and  Seasotis.    Morning  and 
Evening. 

358.  Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  491. 
A  morning  hymn. 

1  rTyO  thee,  let  my' fort  offerings  rise, 

JL     Whose  sun  creates  the  day, 
Swift  as  his  gladdening  influence  flies,, 
And  spotless  as  his  ray. 

2  This-day  thy  favouring  hand  \*e  nigh  1 

So  oft  vouchsafe!  before  J 
Still  may  it  lead,  protect,  supply  \ 
And  I  that  hand  adore  J 
S  If  bliss  thy  providence  impart, 
For  which  re3ign'd  I  pray  ; 
Give  me  to  feel  the  gratful  heart  V 
And  without  guilt  be  gay  ! 
4  Affliction  should  thy  love  intend, 
As  vice  or  folly's  cure  ; 
Patient  to  gain  that  gracious  end, 
May  I  the  means  endure  ! 
f>  Be  this  and  every  future  day 
Still  wiser  than  the  past ! 
And  when  I  all  my  life  survey 
May  grace  sustain  at  last. 

359-     Short  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  4f>4. 
A  morning  Hymn. 
EE  how  the  mounting  sun 
Pursues  his  shining  way  ; 
And  wide  proclaims  his  makers  prajse_, 
With  every  brightning  ray. 


H 


3  6  0  Times  and  Seasons, ' 

2  Thus  would  my  rising  soul 
Its  heavenly  parent  sing  ; 

And  to  its  great  original 
The  humble  tribute  bring. 

3  Serene  I  laid  me  down 
Beneath  his  guardian  care  ; 

I  slept,  and  I  awoke,  and  found 
My  kind  Preserver  near  ! 

4  Thus  does  thine  arm  support 
This  weak  defenceless  frame  ; 

But  whence  these  favor rs.  Lord,  to  me, 
All  worthless  as  I  am  ^ 

5  O!  how  shall  I  repay 
The  bounties  of  my  God  ? 

This  feeble  spirit  pants  beneath 
The  pleasing  painful  load. 

6  Dear  Saviour  to  thy  cross 
I  bring  my  sacrifice; 

Ting'd  with  thy  blood  it  shall  ascend 
With  fragrance  to  the  skies. 

7  My  life  I  would  anew 
Devote,  O  Lord  te  thee  ; 

And,  in  thy  service,  I  would  spend 
A  long  eternity. 

360.  Long  Metre. 

From  I.  W.  Psalm  65,  Part  2. 

Divine  Providence  in  air,  earth  and  sea  ;  or,  the 

God  of  nature  and  grace. 

1  f  ■  ^HE  God  of  our  salvation  hears 

J[      The  groans  of  Sion  roixM  with  tears: 
Yet  when  he  comes  with  kind  designs, 
Thro'  all  the  way  his  terror  shines. 

2  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends, 
Far  as  the  earth's  remotest  ends, 
Where  the  Creator's  name  is  kriown. 


Morning  and  Evening,  3*0 

By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 
9    Sailor's  that  travel  o'er  the  flood, 
Address  their  frighted  soul's  to  God, 
When  tempests  rage  and  billows  roar 
A  dreadful  distance  from  the  shore. 

4  He  bids  the  noisy  tempests  cease  : 
£Ie  calms  tbe  raging  crowd  to  peace> 
When  a  tumultous  nation  raves 
Wild  as  the  winds,  and  loud  as  waves, 

5  Whole  kingdoms  shaken  by  the  storm, 
He  settles  in  a  peaceful  form  ; 
Mountains  established  by  his  hand 
Firm  on  their  old  foundations  stand, 

6  Behold  his  ensigns  sweep  the  sky. 
New  comets  blaze  and  lightnings  fly  * 
The  heathen  lands  with  swift  surprise, 
From  the  bright  horrors  turn  their  eyesv' 

7  At  his  command  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  the  east  and  leads  the  day  ; 
He  guides  the  sun's  declining  wheels 
Over  the  tops  of  western  hills. 

%  Seasons  aad  times  obey  his  voice  ; 
The  ev'ning  and  the  morn  rejoice 
T©  see  the  earth  made  soft  with  sbow'rs, 
Laden  with  fruit  and  drest  in  flow'rs. 

9  'Tis  from  his  wat'ry  stores  on  high, 
He  gives  the  thirsty  ground  supply  ; 
He  walks  upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 
t)oth  his  enriching  drops  dispense. 

10  The  desert  grows  a  fruitful  field, 
Abundant  fiuit  the  vallies  yield  ; 

The  vallies  shout  with  cheerful  voice^ 
And  neigh b'ring  hills  repeat  their  joys. 

1 1  The  pastures  smile  in  green  array, 
There  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play  t 


361  Times  and  Seasons. 

Tho  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb, 
Each  in  his  language  speak  thy  name.  . 

1 2  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  power  divine-; 
O'er  ev'ry  field  thy  glories  shine; 
Thro'  ev'ry  month  thy  gifts  appear  : 
Grat  God,  thy  goodness  crowns  the  year. 

361.     Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Psalm  65,  Part  5. 
The  blessings  of  the  Spring  ;  or,  God  gives  rain- 
A  Psalm  for  the  husbandman. 

1  fl  OOD  is  the  Lord,  the  he.'iv'nly  King, 
\JT    Who  makes  the  earth  his  care  : 
Visits  trfe  pastures  every  spring, 

And  bids  the  grass  appear. 

2  The  clouds  like  rivers  rais'd  on  high, 

Pour  Out  at  his 'command 
Their  wa't'ry  blessings  from  the  sky, 
To  cheer  rhe^hirsty  land. 
^3  The  soften' d  ridges  of  the  field 
Permit  the  corn  to  spring  ; 
The  vallies  rich  provision  yield, 
And  the  poor  lab'rers  sing. 

4  The  little  hilts  on  ev'ry  side 

Rejoice  at  falling  show'rs  ; 
The  meadows  dress'd  in  beauteous  pride 
Perfume  the  air  with  flowVs. 
£  The  barren  clods  refreshed  with  rain, 
Promise  a  joyful  crop  ; 
The  parched  grounds  look  green  again, 
And  raise  the  reaper*s  hope. 

5  The  various  months  thy  goodness  crowns. 

How  bounteous  are  thy  ways  ! 
The  bleating  flocks  spread  o'er  the  downifc 
And  shepherds  shout  thy  praise. 


Mornings  and  Evenings,  362 

362.     Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Psalm  147. 
The  season  of  the  year. 

WITH  songs  and  honours  sounding  loud 
Address  the  Lord  on  high  ; 
Over  the  heav'ns  he  spreabs  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  sky. 
!  He  sends  his  showers  of  blessings  down 
To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 
He  makes  the  grass  the  mountains  crown, 
And  corn  in  vallies  grow. 
3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat, 
He  hears  the  ravens  cry  ; 
But  man  who  tastes  his  finest  wheat 
Should  raise  his  honours  high. 
t  His  steady  councils  change  the  face 
Of  the  declining  year  : 
He  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race? 
And  wint'ry  days  appear. 
5  His  hoary  frost  his  fleecy  snow, 
Descend  and  clothe  the  ground  ; 
The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 
5  When  from  his  dreadful  stores  on  high 
He  pours  the  sounding  bail, 
The  wretch  that  dares  his  God  defy 

Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 
He  sends  his  word  and  melts  the  snow, 


The  fields  no  longer  mourn 


He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 

And  bids  the  spring  return. 
The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 

Obey  his  mighty  word  ; 
With  songs  and  honours  sounding  loud, 

Praise  ye  the  sov'reign  Loid; 


363,  364         Times  and  Seasons,  Sect 
365.  Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  496». 
An  evening  hymn. 

i   f~^i  L©RY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
\JT  For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  thine  own  almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son; 
The  i  11  that  I  this  day  have  done  ; 
That,  with  the  world,  myself  and  thee# 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

S  Teach  me  to  live  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may- 
Rise  glorious  at  the  awful  day. 

4  O  let  my  soul  on  thee  repose  ! 

And  may  sweet  sleep  mine  eye-lids  close  •; 
Sleep  that  shall  me  more  vigorous  make, 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  aWake. 

5  If  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie, 

My  soul  with  heavenly  thoughts  supply  i 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 
No  powers  of  darkness  me  molest. 
Praise  God,  &c. 

364.     Common  Metre. 
■From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  497, 
An  evening  hymn. 
I   "T^fOW  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 
X^|    Let  flames  of  lc»ve  arise  ; 
Assist  us,  Lord,  to  offer  up 
Our  evening  sacrifice. 
I  Minutes  and  mercies  multiply'd, 
Have  made  up  all  this  day  ; 
Minutes  came  quick  but  mercies  were 
More  swift  and  free  than  they. 


Mew-Year's  Day.  365. 

3'  New  time,  new  favour,  and  new  joys, 
Do  a  new  song  require  : 
'Till  we  shall  praise  thee  as  we  would, 
Accept  our  hearts  desire. 
4  Lord  of  our  days,  whose  hand  hath  se! 
New  time  upon  our  score ; 
Thee  ma)'  we  praise  for  all  our  time., 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

New-Year's  Day* 

365.     Tune  W.ateerfovd. 
Prom  J.R's.  Selection,  Hymn  509 
Qrateful  recollection., ..Ebenezer.     1  Sam.  vii.  lg, 
1    /^OMEjtbou  fount  of  every  blessing, 
\^J   Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  ! 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise  : 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  r 
Praise  the  mount. ...O  fix  me  on  it, 
Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love., 
%  Here  J  raise  my  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come ; 
And  r  hope  by  thy  good  pleasure,- 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home  : 
Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger    # 
Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  £ 
He  to  save  my  soul  from  danger 
Interpos'd  his  precious  blood. 
3  O  !  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor. 
Daily  I'm  constraint  to  be! 
Let  that  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee  ! 
Brone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it ; 
c  c 


366,  367         Meeting  and  Parting, 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love..,. 
Here's  my  heart,  Lord,  take  and  seal  it, 
Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 

366.     Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  511. 
The  barren  Fig-tree.    Luke  xiii.  6 — *). 
\   f^i  OD  of  my  life,  to  thee  belong 

\JT  The  thankful  heart,  the  grateful  song 
Touch'd  by  thy  love,  each  tuneful  chord 
Resounds  the  goodness  of  the  Lord. 

2  Thou  hast  preservM  my  fleeting  breath, 
And  chas'd  the  gloomy  shades  of  death  ; 
The  venom'd  arrows  vainly  fly, 

When  God,  our  great  Deliverer's  nigh. 

3  Yet  why,  dear  Lord,  this  tender  care  ? 
Why  does  thy  hand  so  kindly  rear 

A  useless  cumberer  of  the  ground, 

On  which  no  pleasant  fruits  are  found  r 

4  Still  may  the  barren  fig-tree  stand  ! 
And  cultivated  by  thy  hand, 
Verdure  and  bloom  and  fruit  afford, 
Meet  tribute  to  its  bounteous  Lord. 

5  So  shall  thy  praise  employ  my  breath 
Thro'  life,  and  in  the  arms  of  death, 
My  soul  the  pleasant  theme  prolong, 
Then  rise  to  aid  th'  angelic  song. 


Meeting  and  Parting. 

367.  Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  514. 
A  'welcome  to  Christian  friends....  At  meeting,. 
\   ~T£  INDUED  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake, 
JPk-  A  hearty  welcome  here   receive; 
May  we  together  now  partake 


Meeting  and  Parting.  3  63 

The  joys  which  only  he  can  give. 

2  To  you  and  us  by  grace  'tis  given, 
To  know  the  Saviour's  precious  name  % 
And  shortly  we  shall  meet  in  heaven, 
Our  hope,  our  way,  onr  end  the  same* 

$  May  he,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet;, 
Send  his  good  spirit  from  above. 
Make  our  communications  sweet.' 
And  cause  6ux  hearts  to  burn  with  love  T 

4  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme, 
When  christians  see  each  other  thus; 

.    We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him, 

Who  liv'd  and  dy'd  and  reigns  for  US'. 

5  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 
And  suffer'd  for  us  here  below  ; 
The  path  he  mark'd  for  us  to  tread, 
And  what  he's  doing  for  us  now, 

S  Thus  as  the  moments  pass  away 
We'll  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore  ; 
And  hasten  on  the  glorious  day, 
When  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 
368.     Tune  Warren. 
From  Hymn  1  19,  New  Collection. 
Farewell. 

FAREWELL  my  friends,  I  must  be  gone^ 
I  have  no  home,  nor  stay  with  you  : 
I'll  take  my  staff  and  journey  on, 

Till  1  a  better  country  view. 
Farewell,  my  loving  friends,  farewell, 
Farewell  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

To  you  I'm  bound  m  cords  of  love; 
But  we  believe  that  gracious  word, 

We  all  ere  long  shall  meet  above. 
Farewell,  we  hope  ere  long  to  meet  above, 
Farewell  old  soldiers  of  the  cross, 


369  Meeting  <md  Parting. 

You've  struggled  long  and  hard  for  beav'tn 
You've  counted  all  things  here  but  loss  ; 

March  on,  the  crown  will  soon  be  gived, 
March  on,  the  crown  will  soon  be  given. 
4  Farewell,  ye  blooming  sons  of  God, 
Hard  confljcts  yet  remain  for  you  ; 
Yet,  dauntless  keep  ihe  heavenly  road, 

Till  Canaan's  happy  land  ye  view. 
Fear  not,   Jesus   will  bring   you   conqueror 
thro' 
A  Farewell,  bright  Salem's  daughters  too, 

Though  now  you  heave  the  frequent  sigh 
Though  tears  of  grief  your  cheeks  bedewT, 

Jesus  will  wipe  your  sorrows  dry, 
Farewell,  Jesus  will  wipe  your  sorrows  dry 
^  Faiewell,  ye  mourning  lambs  of  Christ, 
Though  now  with  toil  and  care  opprest ;. 
'  Jesus  will  hold  you  in  his  arms, 
And  in  his  bosom  you  shall  rest. 
Farewell,  Jesus  will  give  the  weary  rest., 
7  Farewell,  poor  thoughtless  sinners  too, 
It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here  : 
Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you. 
O  !  turn  and  find  salvation  near. 
O  !  turn  and  find  salvation  near. 
&  Farewell,  my  friends,  time  rolls  along, 
Nor  waits   for  mortals  cares  nor  bliss  ; 
O  !  may  we  join  the  ransomM  throng, 

And  meet  to  dwell  where  Jesus  is, 
farewell  we  hope  to  meet  in  endless  bliss 
369.     Tune  Reliance. 
From  Hymn  44,  New  Collection, 
The  Preacher  s  Fareve/L 
1     I/^AREWELL,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord 
JT    The  gospel  sounds  a  Jubilee  ~: 


Meeting  and  Parting.  '569 

My  stamm'ring  tongue  shall  sound  aloud, 
From  land  to  land,  from  sea  to  sea  ; 
And  as  I  preach  from  place  to  place, 
1*11  trust  alone  in  God's  free  grace. 
Farewell,  in  bonds  and  union  dear, 
Like  stings  you  twine  about  my  hearts 
I  humbly  beg  your  earnest  prayer, 
Till  we  shall  meet  no  moie  to  part. 
Till  we  shall  meet  in  worlds  above, 
Encircled  in  eternal  love. 
Farewell,  my  earthly  friends  below, 
Though  all  so  kind  and  dear  to  me  ; 
My  Jesus  calls  and  I  must  go 
To  sound  the  gospel  Jubilee  ; 
To  sound  the  joys  and  bear  the  news, 
To  Gentile  worlds  and  royal  Jews. 

Farewell,  young  people,  one  and  all  ; 

While  God  shall  grant  me  breath  to  breathe, 

I'll  pray  to  the  eternal  all, 

That  your  dear  souls  in  Christ  may  live  ; 

That  your  dear  souls  preparM  may  be, 

To  reign  in  bliss  eternally; 

Farwell  to  all  below  the  sun, 

And  as  I  pass  in  tears  below, 

The  path  is  straight,  my  feet  shall  run, 

And  God  shall  keep  me  as  I  go  ; 

And  God  will  keep  me  in  his  hand, 

And  bring  me  to  the  promis'd  land. 
i  Farewell,  farewell,  I  look  above  ; 

Jesus,  my  friend,  to  thee  I  call ; 

My  joy,  my  crown,  my  only  love, 

My  safe  guard,  hence,  my  heavenly  all ; 

My  theme  to  preach,  my  song  to  sing, 

My  only  hope  in  Christ,  amen, 
c  c  2 


27Q  Youth. 

Youth. 

370.  Short  Metre. 

From  J.  R's Selection  Hymn  521. 

How  shall  a  young  man  cleanse  kis  'war/.     Psaln 

cxix.  9. 
1       "WXTITH  bumble  heart  and  tongue, 
y  ▼      My  God  to  thee  J  pray  : 
O  make  me  learn  whilst  1  am  young, 
How  I  may  cleanse  my  way. 
%       Now  in  my  early  days, 

Teach  me  thy  will  to  know  ; 
O  God,  thy  sanctifying  grace 
Betimes  on  me  bestow. 

3  Make  an  unguarded  youth 
The  object  of  thy  care  ; 

Help  me  to  choose  the  way  of  truth, 
And  fly  from  every  snare. 

4  My  heart  to  folly  prone, 
Renew  by  power  divine  : 

Unite  it  to  thyself  alone, 

And  make  me  wholly  thine* 
9        O  let  thy  word  of  grace 

My  warmest  thoughts  employ  ; 
Be  this  through  all  my  following  days; 
My  treasure  and  my  joy. 
Q>;     To  what  thy  laws  impart 
Be  my  whole  soul  inclin'd  ; 
O  lei  them  dwell  within  my  heart, 
And  sanctify  my  mind. 
7       May  the  young  servant  learn, 
By  these  to  cleanse  his  way  ; 
And  may  I  here  the  path  discern 
That  leads  toendle6s  day. 


Lords'  Day  SthooC  $  f  1 ,  3  & 

37 1.    Long  Metre. 
Prom  I.  W.  Hymn  89*  Book  !  ♦ 
Youth  end  judgment.  Eccl.  vi.  9. 
1  *^7"E  sons  of  Adam,  vain  and  young, 

■     Indulge  your  eyes,  indulge  your  tongu£> 
Taste  the  delights  your  souls  ciesire, 
And  give  a  loose  to  all  your  nre. 
$  Pursue  the  pleasures  you  design, 

And  cheer  your  hearts  with  songs  and  wine  ; 
Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth  ;  but  know 
There  is  a  day  of  judgment  too. 
S  God  from  on  high  beholds  our  thoughts  ; 
JHis  book  records  your  secret  faults  ; 
The  works  of  darkness  you  have  done 
Must  all  appear  before  the  sun. 

4  The  vengeance  to  your  follies  due 
Should  strike  your  hearts  with  terror  thro1  • 
Mow  will  ye  stand  before  his  face, 

Or  answer  for  his  injured  grace  ? 

5  Almighty  God,  turn  off  their  eyes 
From  these  alluring  vanities, 
And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word 
Awake  their  souls  to  fear  the  Lord, 


Lord's  Day  school. 

372. 

From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  522. 
Congregation. 
1  H^J^W  let  our  hearts  conspire  to  raise 
X^l   A  cheerful  anthem  to  his  praise 

Who  reigns  enthron'd  above  ; 
Let  music  sweet  as  incense  rise, 
With  greatful  odors  to  the  skies, 
-The  work  of  joy  and  love, 


37<>  --Lord's  Day  School* 

Children. 
c2  Teach  us  to  bow  before  thy  face ; 
Nor  let  our  hearts  forget  thy  graces 

Or  slight  thy  providence  ; 
When  lost  in  ignorance  we  lay, 
To  vice  and  death  an  easy  prey, 
Thy  goodness  snatch'd  us  thence. 
Congregation. 

3  O  what  a  num'rous  race  we  see, 
In  ignorance  and  misery, 

Unprincipled,  untaught  ? 
Shall  they  continue  still  to  lie 
in  ignorance  and  misery  ? 

We  cannot  bear  the  thought. 
Children. 

4  Give  Lord  each  liberal  soul  to  prove 
The  joys  of  thine  exhaustless  love  ; 

And  while  thy  praise  we  sing, 
JVlay  we  the  sacred  scriptures  know, 
And  like  the  blessed  Jesus  grdw, 
That  earth  and  heaven  may  ring. 
Congregation. 
$  We  feel  a  sympathising  heart, 
Lord,  'tis  a  pleasure  to  impart, 
To  thee  thine  own  we  give ; 
Hear  thou  our  cry,  and  pitying  see, 
tD  let  these  children  live  to  thee, 
O  let  these  children  live. 

373.  Common  Metre. 

From  J.  RS:  Selection,  Hymn  523. 

Sunday  School. 

1   TJLEST  is  the  mart  whose  heart  expand? 

Jj  At  meeting  pity's  call, 

And  the  rich  blessings  of  whose  hands 

Like  heavenly  manna  fall. 
Mercy  descending  from  above. 


tortus  Day  School,  57* 

In  softest  accents  pleads ; 
0 !  may  each  tender  bosom  move 
When  mercy  intercedes. 
$  Be  ours  the  bliss  in  wisdom's  way 
To  guide  untutor'd  youth, 
And  lead  the  mind  that  went  astray 
To  virtue  and  to  truth. 

4  Children  our  kind  protection  claim, 

And  God  will  well  approve, 
When  infants  learn  to  lisp  his  narac 
And  their  Creator  love. 

5  Delightful  work,  young  souls  to  win, 

And  turn  the  rising  race 
From  the  deceitful  paths  of  sin, 
To  seek  redeming  grace. 
€  Almighty  God  thy  influence  she*!. 
To  aid  this  good  design  : 
The  honours  of  thy  name  be  spread, 
And  all  the  glory  thine. 

374.  Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  524. 
Old  age  approaching ;  or,  man  frail  and  mortal. 
I  T7STENAL  God,  enthron'd  on  high  * 
JCj  Whom  angel  hosts  adore  ; 
Who  yet  to  suppliant  dust  art  nigh, 
Thy  presence  I  implore. 
3  O  guide  me  down  the  steep  of  age, 
And  keep  my  passions  cool : 
Teach  me  to  scan  the  sacred  page, 
And  practise  every  rule. 
3  My  flying  years  time  urges  on, 
What's  human  must  decay ; 
My  friends,  my  young  companions  gone, 
Can  I  expect  to  stay  ? 
i  Can  I  exemption  plead  when  death 


$75  Fast  and  Thanksgiving  days. 

Projects  his  awful  dart  ? 
Can  med'cmes  then  prolong  my  breath, 
Or  virtue  shield  my  heart  ? 

5  Ah,  no. ...then  smoothe  the  mortal  hour, 

On  thee  my  hope  depends  : 
Support  me  with  almigty  power, 
While  dust  to  dust  descends. 

6  Then  shall  my  soul,  O  gracious  God  1 

(While  angels  join  the  lay)  ; 

Admitted  to  the  bless'd  abode, 
Its  endless  anthems  pay. 

7  Thro'  heaven  howe'er  remote  the  bound, 

Thy  mstchless  love  proclaim, 
And  join  the  choir  of  saints  that  sound 
Their  great  Redeemer's  name. 

3?a$t  and  Thanksgiving  days, 

375.  Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  525. 
For  a  public  fast. 
\  O  EE,  gracious  God,  before  thy  throne 
O  Thy  mourning  people  bend  ! 
'Tis  on  thy  sovereign  grace  alone 
Our  humble  hopes  depend. 

2  Tremendous  judgments  from  thy  hand, 

Thy  dreadful  power  display  ; 
Yet  mercy  spares  this  guilty  land, 
And  still  we  live  to  pray, 

3  GeatGod,  and  is  Columbia  spar'ck 

Ungrateful  as  we  are  ! 
O  make  thy  awful  warnings  heard, 
While  mercy  cries  M  Forbear. * 

4  What  land  so  favor'd  of  the  skies, 

As  these  apostate  States  ! 


Fast  and  Thanksgiving  days,  1 7& 

Our  numerous  crimes  increasing  rise., 

Yetstill  thy  vengeance  waits  ! 
How  chang'd  alas  !  are  truths  divine,! 

Forerror  guilt  and  shame  ! 
What  impious  numbers,  bold  in  sip5 

Disgrace  the  christian  name  ! 
Regardless  of  thy  smile  or  frown,. 

Their  pleasures  they  require  ; 
And  sink  with  gay  indifference  down 

To  everlasting  fire. 
O  turn  us,  turn  us,  mighty  Lord, 

By  thy  resistless  grace  ; 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word^ 

And  humbly  seek  thy  face. 
•  Then,  should  insulting  foes  invade* 

We  shall  not  sink  in  fear  ; 
Secure  of  never  failing  aid, 

If  God,  our  God,  is  near. 

376,  Common  Metre. 

From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  526; 
A  hymn  for  a  Fast  day.      Gen.  xviii.  23-^3$^ 

WHEN  Abra.ni,  full  of  sacred  awe,  '; " 
Before  Jehovah  stood, 
And  with  a  humble  fervent  prayer. 

For  guilty  Sodom  sued ; 
With  what  success,  what  wondrous  grace* 

Was  his  petition,  crown'd  ! 
The  Lord  would  spare  if  in  the  place 

Ten  righteous  men  were  found. 
And,  could  a  single  holy  soul 

So  rich  a  boon  obtain  ? 
Great  God,  and  shall  a  nation  cry, 

And  plead  with  thee  in  vain? 
Columbia.,  guilty  a^  she  is, 

Htr  numerru*  saints  can  bor^t- 


*77,  378     Fa&  and Thanksgiving  <k?s. 
And  now  their  fervent  prayers  ascend, 
And  can  those  prayers  be  lost } 

5  Are  not  the  righteous  dear  to  thee, 

Now  as  in  ancient  times ; 

Or  does  this  sinful  land  exceed 

Gomorrah  in  its  dimes  ? 

6  Still  are  we  thine,  we  bear  thy  name, 

Here  yet  is  thine  abode  ; 
Kong  has  thy  presence  bless'd  our  land, 
Forsake  us  not,  O  God. 

377.  Long  Metre. 

From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  532. 
'Thanksgiving  for    national  deliveance,    and  i 
provement  of  it.     Luke  i.  74.  75. 

1  XJRA1SE  to  the  Lord,  who  bows  his  eai 
JL     Propitious  to  his  people's  prayer  ; 
And,  tho'  deliverance  long  delay, 
Answers  in  his  well  chosen  day. 

2  Salvation  doth  to  God  belong  ; 

His  power  and  grace  shall  be  our  song  ; 
The  tribute  of  our  love  we  bring 
To  thee,  our  Saviour,  and  our  King ! 

3  Our  temples  guarded  from  the  flame, 
Shall  echo  thy  triumphant  name  ; 
And  every  peaceful'  private  home 

To  thee  a  temple  shall  become. 
4>  Still  be  it  our  supreme  delight 
To  walk  as  in  thy  honor' d  sight ; 
Hence  in  thy  precepts  and  thy  fear, 
Till  life's  last  hour  to  persevere. 

378.  Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Psalm  1 1 6,  Part.  2. 

Th an ks  for  prh a  t e  deliver  ence 


I  "11ITHAT  shall  I  render  to  my  God 


For  aU  hte  kindness  *hown  ' 


Sickness  and  Recovery.  £Yf; 

Isly  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 
'2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  thine  houses 
My  offerings  shall  be  paid  ; 

There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows; 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever  blessed  God  ! 
How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight  ? 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ? 

4  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me ! 
My  lif«  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care  ; 

Lord  I  devote  to  thee. 
3  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 

Nor  shall  my  purpose  move  : 
Thy  hand  hath  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain, 

And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 
6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 
Witness,  ye  saints,  who  hear  me  now,, 

If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 

Sickness  and  Recovery. 

379.     Common  Metre. 

From  L  W.  Psalm  6. 

Complaints  in  sickness  ;  or,  diseases  healed^ 

1  "J"  N  anger,  Lord,  do  not  chastise, 

1    Withdraw  the  dreadful  storm  i 
Nor  let  thine  awful  wrath  arise 
Against  a  feeble  worm. 

2  My  soul  bow'd  down  with  heavy  cares, 

My  flesh  with  pain  oppressed  ; 
My  couch  is  witness  to  my  tears, 
d  d 


380  Sjcfoiess  and  Recovery. 

My  tears  forbid  my  rest. 

3  Sorrow  and  grief  wear  out  my  days  $ 

I  waste  the  night  with  cries, 
And  count  the  minutes  as  they  pass. 
Till  the  slow  morning  rise. 

4  Shall  I  be  still  tormented  more  ? 

My  eyes  consum'd  with  grief : 
How  long,  my  God,  how  long  before 
Thine  hand  afford  relief? 
5^  He  hears  his  mourning  children  speak. 
He  pities  all  our  groans  ; 
And  saves  us  for  his  mercy's  sake. 
And  heals  our  broken  bones. 
€  The  virtue  of  his  sovereign  word, 
Restores  our  fainting  breath  ; 
For  silent  graves  praise  not  the  Lord, 
Nor  is  he  known  in  dea^h. 

380.  Common  Metre, 
From  I.  W.  Pgal.  1  16. 
Recovery  from  Sickness. 

1  T~  Love  the  Lord  he  heard  my  cries, 
JL   And  pity'd  every  groan, 

Long  as  I  live  when  troubles  rise, 
I'll  hasten  to  his  throne. 

2  I  lov'd  the  Lord  ;  he  bow'd  his  ear, 

And  chas'd  my  griefs  away  ; 
O  let  my  heart  no. more  despair, 
While  I  have  breath  to  pray. 

3  My  flesh  declin'd,  my  spirits  fell, 

And  I  drew  near  the  dead, 
While  inward  pangs  and  iears  of  hell 
Perplex  my  wakeful  head. 

4  "  My  God,  I  cry'd  thy  servant  save. 

Thou  ever  good  and  just ; 
Thypow'r  can  rescue  from  ^he  gray'* 


sickness  and  Recvcerg.  38  I 

Thy  power  is  all  my  trust." 
3  The  Lord  beheld  me  sore  distresf, 
He  bade  my  pairr-  remove  : 
Return  my  soul,  to  God  thy  rest* 
For  thou  hast  known  his  love. 
6  My  God  hath  sav'd  my  soul  from  death, 
And  dry'd  my  falling  tears  : 
Now  to  his  praise  Pi.  spend  my  breath. 
And  my  remaining  years. 

381.     Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  538,. 
Complaint  and  hope  under  great  pain,,  . 

LORD,  I  am  pain'd  but  1  resiga 
My  body  to  thy  will  ; 
'Tis  grace  ,tis  wisdom  all  divine, 
Appoints  the  pains  I  feel. 

2  Dark  are  thy  ways  of  providence, 

While  they  who  love  thee  grcaa  ; 
Thy  reasons  lie  conceal'd  from  sense, 
Mysterious  and  unknown. 

3  Yet  nature  may  have  leave  tospeak, 

And  plead  before  her  God, 
Lest  the  o'erhurden'd  heart  should  break 
Beneath  thine  heavy  rod. 

4  These  mournful  groans  and  flowing  tears, 

Give  my  poor  spirit  ease  : 
While  every  groan  my  Fath  erhears, 

And  every  tear  he  sees. 
"5  [How  shall  I  gforify  my  God 

In  bonds  of  grief  confm*d  f 
Damp'd  is  my  vigor  while  this  cloti 

Hangs  heavy  on  my  mind.  ] 
6  Is  not  some  smiling  hour  at  hand 

With  peace  upon  its  wings  ? 
Give  it,  O  God,  thy  swift  command) 

With  all  the  joys  it  brings. 


3&2  Sickness  and  Recovery, 

582.     Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's  Selection*  Hymn  53£, 
For  n  time  of  general  sickness* 

1  X^EATH,  with   his  dread  commissi^ 
JlJ  seal'd, 

Now  hastens  to  his  arms  : 
In  awful  state,  he  takes  the  field? 
And  sounds  his  dire  alarms.. 

2  Attendant  plagues  around  him  stand* 

And  wait  his  dread  command  ; 
And  pa'<ns  and  dying  groans  obey 
The  signal  ef  his  hand. 
$  With  cruel  force  he  scatters  round 
His  shafts  of  deadly  power  : 
While  the  grave  waits  its  dtstin'd  prey, 
Impatient  t©  devour . 

4  Look  up  ye  heirs  of  endless  Joy,, 

Nor  let  your  fears  prevail  f 
Eternal  life  is  your  reward, 
When  life  on  earth  shall  £a$. 

3  What  tho*  his  dar*s  promiscuous  hwFd* 

Deal  fatal  plagues  around  f 
And  heaps  of  putrid  carcases 
Q'erioad  the  cumberTd  ground  ; 

5  The  arrows  that  shall  wound  your  fleshy 

Were  given  him  from  above, 
Dipt  in  the  great  Redeemer's  blood, 
And  feathered  all  with  love. 
7  These  with  a  gentle  Hand  he  throws. 
And  saints  fee  gasping  too  ; 
But  heavenly  strength  supports  their  souls^ 
And  bears,  them  conquerors  thro* 
9  Joyful  they  stretch  their  wings  abroatf- 
And  alt  in  triumph  rise 
T&  the  fair  palace  of  their  God„ 
And  mansions  of  the  sk 


Sickness  and  Recovery.         385,584 
333.     Common  Metre. 
From  J.R's.  Selection,  Hymn  542. 
Praise  for  Recovery  of  sickness.     Psal.   1 1  &? 
119 

SOVEREIGN  of  life  1  own  thy  hand 
In  every  chastening  stroke ; 
And,  while  I  smart  beneath  thy  rod, 
Thy  presence  I  invoke. 

2  To  thee  in  my  distress  I  cry'd, 

And  thou  hast  bow'd  thine  ear  ; 
Thy  powerful  word,  my  life  prolonged, 
And  brought  salvation  near. 

3  Unfold,  ye  gates  of  righteousness, 

That  with  the  pious  throng, 

I  may  record  my  solemn  vows, 

And  tune  my  grateful  song. 

4  Praise  to  the  Lord,  whose  gentle  hand 

"Renews  our  laboring  breath  : 
Praise  to  the  Lord  who  makes  his  saints 

Triumphant  e'en  in  death. 
My  God,  in  thine  appointed  hour 

Those  heavenly  gates  display, 
Where  pain  and  sin,  and  fear  and  death 
Forever  flee  away. 
6  There  while  the  nations  of  the  bless'd* 
With  raptures  bow  around, 
My  anthems  to  delivering  grace, 
In  sweeter  strains  shall  sound. 
384.     Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  1,  Hymn  5.5. 
Hezekiah's  song  ;  or,  sickness  and  recovery.     Isa^. 

xxxviii.  9,  Sec 
1   "TXTHEN  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  distress? 
▼  f      Our  God  deserves  a  song  j 
We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praise 
From  Hezekiah'*  tongue. 
©d2 


585  Time  and  efermty*. 

&  The  gates  of  \h&  devouring  gra^e 
Are  open'd  wide  in  Tail?. 
If  he  that  holds  the  keys  of  deaths 
Commands  them  fast  agaiB„ 

3  Pains  of  She  flesh  are  wont  t"  abuse 

Oar  minds  with  slavish  fears  s 
*  Our  days  are  past  assd  we  shall  Iossl 
The  remnant  of  ©\sr  years/* 

4  We  chatter  with  a  swallow's  voicey 

Or  Ske  a  dove  we  mourn,. 
With  bitterness  instead  of  joys^ 
Amicted  and  forlorn;.. 

5  Jehov-ab  speaks,  rae  kealfng:  wordj 

And  no  disease  withstands  , 
Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord* 

And  fly  at  his  command, 
(7  If  half  the  Strugs  of  Life  sho^Td  break. 

He  can  our  iVsme  restore, 
He  casts  our  sins  behind  his  back, 

Anc"  ihey  are  found  bo.  more, 

Time  and  eternity. 

385,    Cemmon  Metre, 
From  L  W.  Hymn  67 >  Book  2, 
God*&  eternal  domiwio&, 
1  |^  RE  AT  God,  how  infinite  .art  thoo  ! 
^J  What  worthless  worms  are  we ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow* 
And  pay  tfreir  praise  to  thee. 
2 '  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made  s 
Thott  art  4he  ever  Jiving  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 
3  Nature  skkJ  time  quite  naked  lie 


To  fcbine  rjaoeTOse*  survey,. 
From  fche*  formation,  ©f  *h«  aicy*. 
To  tEe-  g?eat  b^Fisisg;  day,. 
fr  Eseumity  wx£&  ail1  steyeassy 

S?a»<&-  pyese&l  ib>  tfey  vixw  % 
T&  e&esdtneV  sre&isrg  <5>I<3  appears-  2 
Great  God  S  fchere^  »*«&£a;g  atwr, 
I  Oa'S  EvofftW*  vawbra  reeves  asK-dba was,. 
AnsE  v«xrd:  witfe  terlfeg-  ea^ey, 

Wfetfe"  fcltaWC  Cte?lKtl  S&Stigte  fflWWC-fiffl- 

T  ferns'  prapd^MnfiftS  aiSfalnsy.. 
»  Great  €2©€l  ?  k«w  mf&iajge-  ait  ea^B  - 
^  bat  w«*t-Mes*  wogsmy  are  we  £ 
Let  lite  whole  rasse  ©#'  oestfage?  &&w» 
Ab^  pay  tfeesr  praise  |©>  Jfeee-.? 

SS&.    CexsncHMB  Mew*-, 
From  I.  W.  ^©efe  ft  Hjomb  lf- 

RISE,  srij€  my  ssw£,  askdl  leasee  ffee  gross*?* 
.  Stsretsfe  all  Sfej  t!so-»gte  a&fcad, 
Arxi  z&s&g  ©gs>  erfij  -i®mvrf®5l  scraa-il 
To  praise  th"  ttrssa!  GpcL 
I  Los*g  e'er  tbe  loft  j  skies-  were  sp* e sd# 
jdso¥al*  fill'd  bb  tksroie  ; 
Ox  Adans  fbrBsM,,  «r  asgtlsiHsdc', 
Jehovah  H**d  aksse. 
J  His  booc disss  yea?s  ca©  »e*£r  decrease, 
But  still  maintain  their  prime  * 
Eternity's  bis  dwelling  place, 
And  Eircr  is  bis  time* 
I  While  like  a  tide  oor  minutes  fiowr 
The  present  and  the  past. 
He  fills  his  own  immortal  NOW, 
And  see?  out  ages  waste, 
5  The  ica  and  skjf  mast  psmh  tor? 


^87  Time  and  eternity. 

And  vast  destruction  come  : 
The  creatures  look  !   how  old  they  groW^ 
And  wait  their  firy  doom. 
5  Well,  let  the  sea  shrink  all  awa)% 
And  flame  melt  down  the  skies, 
Mv  God  shall  live  an  endless  day, 
When  old  creation  dies. 

38?.     Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  52, 
Death  dreadful  or  delightful. 
I    ~j~AEATH  'tis  a  melancholy  day 
M   w   To  those  that  have  no  God, 
V>  hen  the  poor  soul  is  fore'd  away 
To  seek  her  last  abode. 
%  In  vain  te  he.iv'n  she  lifts  her  eyes? 
But  guilr,  a  heavy  chain, 
Still  drags  her  down  ward's  from  the  skies, 
To  darkness,  fire  and  pain. 
^   Awake  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  hell, 
Let  stubborn  sinners  fear  ; 
You  must  be  driven  from  earth  and  dwell 
A  long  forever  there. 

4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you,, 

And  flashes  in  your  face  ; 
And  thou,  my  soul,  look  downwards  toe, 
And  sing  recov'ring  grace. 

5  He  is  a  God  of  sovereign  love, 

That  promised  heaven  to  me, 
And  taught  my  soul  to  soar  above, 
Where  happy  spirits  be. 

6  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand, 

Then  come  the  joyful  day  ; 
Come  death,  and  some  celestial  baiid^ 
To  bear  my  soul  away.    ^ 


Time  and 'eternity ,.  gSfe^ 

S8&.     Common  Metre*. 

From  I.  W \  Book  2r  Hy  mn  5  5 . 

Jvoitf  /?/£  and  succeeding  eternity , 

TREE  weadore,  eten«ai  name, 
Audi  feurnbly  own  tofcfeeey 
How  feeble  a  our  mortal  frame  » 

What  dying;  wotehs  are-  we  t 
[On*  wasting  liven-  £t©w  snorter  sti IS, 

As-msmlhs  and  days  ki crease  £ 
An4  ev'ry  ©eating  pu-ise  we  tell^. 

.Leaves-  but  the  number  less* 
The  year  k>Hs  round,  and  steals •  awsjr 

The  breatli  that -first  it  gave  r 
Wbate*ejs  we  do*  where'er  we  be* 

We're  travlingfo-fche  grave*]; 
Dashers- staisd  tfhkk  th*©*  ali  thegmm^ 

T©  pfcste  us  1»  the  tom&; ; 
And  jieiee  diseases.  wast  around^ 

TokuTry  mentais-hcrme.. 
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S8£,  39.0  Death. 

089.  Long  Metre, 

From  J.  R's  Selection, Hymn  54& 

Eternity  joyful  and  tremendous. 

1  "C^'ERWTY  is  just  at  hand  : 
JL_i  And  shall  I  wasje  my  ebbing  sand, 
And  careless  view  departing  day, 

.  And  throw  my  inch  of  time  away  I 

2  Eternity,  tremendous  sound  ! 
To  guilty  souls  a  dreadlul  wound  ! 
But  O  !  if  Christ  and  heaven  be  mine, 
How  sweet  the  accents  !  how  divine  5- 

3  Be  this  my  chief,  my  only  care, 
My  high  pursuit,  my  ardent  prayer, 
An  interest  in  the  Saviour's  blood, 
My  pardon  seal'd,  and  peace  with  God. 

4  But  should  my  brightest  hopes  be  vain, 
The  rising  dou%t,  how  sharp  itspain  J 
My  fears,  O  gracious  God,  remove, 
Speak  mean  object  of  thy  love. 

5  Search,  Lord,  O  search  my  inmost  hear?" 
And  light,  and  hope,  and  joy  impart 
From  guilt  and  error  set  me  free, 
And  guide  me  safe  to  heaven  and  thee* 

Death. 

390.     Common  Metre. 
From  J,  R's,  Selection,  Hymn  550. 

Death  and  t  ternity. 
\  T\/J"Y  thoughts  that  often  mount  the  akie 
■  JJy  JL  Go,  search  the  world  beneath, 
Where  nature  all  in  ruin  lies, 
And  owns  her  sovereign  death. 
2  The  tyrant  how  he  triumphs  here  :* 

*  -Bnti/iUi-Fidds. 


Death.  391,392. 

His  trophies  spread  around  i 
And  heaps  of  dust  and  bones  appear 
Thro4  all  the  hollow  ground. 
}  These  sculs  what  ghastly  figures  now  ' 
How  loathsome  to  the  eyes  ! 
These  are  the  heads  we  lately  knew 
So  beauteous  and  so  wise, 
h  But  where  the  souls,  those  deathless  things, 
That  left  their  dying  clay  ? 
My  thoughts  now  stretch  out  all  your  wings, 
And  trace  eternity  ! 
j  O  that  unfathomable  sea  ! 

Those  deeps  without  a  shore  J 
Where  living  waters  gently  play, 
Or  fiery  billows  roar. 
>  There  we  shall  swim  in  heavenly  bliss, 
Or  sink  in  flaming- waves, 
While  the  pale  carcase  breathless  lies 

Among  the  silent  graves. 
Prepare  us,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand, 

u  Then  come  the  joyful  day. 
Come  death,  and  some  celestial  band* 
To  beer  our  souls,  away/' 

*  3-91.  Long  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  1,  Hymn  91 . 
idvice   to  youth  ;  or,  old  age  and  death  in  an  un- 
converted state.  EccL  xii.  1,7.  Isa.  Ixv.  20. 
NOW  in'the  heat  of  youthful  blood    ■ 
Remember  your  creator  God  : 
Behold  the  months  come  hastening  on, 
When  you  shall  say,  My  joys  are  gone 
Behold  the  aged  sinner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endless  curses  on  his  head. 
The  dust  returns  to  dust  again : 


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The  sou!  1-a  agonies  of  pain 
Asce  ids  to  G&d  i  -not  there  to  dwell, 
Bui  bears  her  doena  awd  sinks  io  hell. 

4  Eternal  King,  i  feai  thy  uamc, 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  atn  ; 
And  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove, 
Give  me  2.  mansion  iq  thy  Jove. 

39$«     Common  M>?re. 

From  i.  W.  Book  2„  Hymn  28, 

Dteaib  <md  -eternity* 

1  OTOOP  down  my  thoughts  that  as'd 
O  rise, 

Converses  While  wifh  death  r 
Think  how  a  gasping  mortal  lies, 
And  pants  away  bis  breath. 

2  His  quivVing  lip  hangs  feebly  down, 

His  pulse  isfaini  and  few, 
Then  speechless,  with  a  doleful  groan, 
He  bids  the  world  adieu. 
5   But,  oh  the  soul  that  never  dies  1 
At  once  ;t  leaves  the  clay  i 
Yet  thoughts  pursue  it  where  it  flies, 
And  track  its  wond'rous  way. 
»i  Up  to  the  couits  where  angeis  dwell, 
It  mounts  triumphant  there, 
Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell, 
la  infinite  despair. 
5  And  must  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 
And  must  this  soul  remove  ? 
Oh  fur  some  guardian  angel  nigh> 
To  Hear  it  safe  above. 
'5  Jesus  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand, 
My  naked  soul  I  trust ; 
And  my  flesh  waits  for  thy  command* 
To  drop  into  my  dust. 


Qeath.  3;93,  394 

393.  Long  Metr,e. 
From  I.  VV.  Hyroi  31 ,  Book  2. 
Christ's  presence  ?nakes  death  east/. 

1  "WT^Y  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die  I 

j  f     What  tinYrous  worms  we  mortal  s  are  ' 
Death  is  the  gate  to  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we' dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  strife 
Fright  owr  approaching  souls  away  j 
Still  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  Oh  I  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet* 
My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  haste. 
Fly  fearless  thro*  death's  iron  gate, 

Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  pass'd. 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head? 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there, 

39-i.      Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  66, 
A  prospect   of  Ji da veu  makes  dtoth  easy. 
1  fTnH£RE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
JL     Where  saints  immortal  reign, 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 
M  There  everlasting  spring  abides 
And  never-with*ring  flow'rs  : 
Death  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heav'nly  land  from  ours. 

3  [Sweet  fields  Deyond  the  swelling  floods, 

Stand  dress'd  in  living  green  ; 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  rolt'd  between. 

4  But  tim'rous  mortals  start  a^d  •brink, 

ft  •  ' 


S95  Death.. 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
And  linger,  shiv'ring  on  the  brink, 
And  tear  to  launch  away.] 

5  Oh  1  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove* 

These  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes ! 

6  Couid  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
Not  Jordan's  stream-  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  u?  from  the  shore. 
395.      Common  Metre. 
From  L  W.  Book  1,  Hymn  If). 
The  son>:  &f  Simeon  ;   or.  death  made,  desirable', 
Luke  i;  27,  Sec. 

1  TT    ORD,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 
JLi  As  happy  Simeon  came, 

Ana  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here  ; 
O  make  our  joys  the  same, 

2  With  what  divine  and  vast  delight 

The  good  old  man  was  fill'd, 
When  fondly  in  his  wither'd  arms 

Ke  cUsp'd  the  Holy  child  : 
3.  "\owJ  can  leave  this  world,"  he  cry*6\ 

*«  Behold  thy  servant  dies  ; 
I've  seen  thy  great  salvation,  Lord, 

And  close  my  peaceful  eyes. 

4  This  is  the  light  nrepar'd  to  shine 

Upon  the  Gentile  lands, 
Thine  Israel's  glory  and  their  hope,. 
To  break  their  slavish  bands." 

5  [Jesus  !  the  vision  of  thy  face 

Fath  overpowYmg  charms  ! 
Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
I.f  Christ >e  in  mv  arm£ 


Death,  $96 

-6  Then  will  ye  hear  my  heart-strings  breaks 
How  sweet  my  minutes  roll  ? 
A  mortal  paleness  on  my  cheek. 
And  glory  in  my  soul.] 

396*.     Long  Mrtre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  554. 
J)esirlii*  to  depart  and  be  •with  Christ.  Phis,  i.  23„ 

1  XTKTHILE  on  the  verge  of  life  I  stand, 

y  V      And  view  the  scene  on  either  hand* 
My  spirit' struggles  with  my  clay, 
And  longs  to  wing  its  flight  away. 

2  Where  Jesus  dwells  my  soul  would  be, 
And  faints  my  much-lov'd  Lord  to  see  : 
Earth,  twine  no  more  about  my  heart, 
For  'tis  far  better  to  depart. 

3  Come,  ye  angelic  envoys,  come, 
And  lead  the  willing  pilgrims  home  J. 
Ye  know  the  way  to  Jesus'  throne, 
Source  of  my  joys,  ami  of  your  ow'ftj, 

4  That  blissful  interview,  how  sweet  1 
To  fall  transported  at  his  feet ! 
Rais'd  in  his  arms,  to  view  his  face, 
Thro*  the  full  beamings  of  his  gracej. 

^S  As  with  a  seraph's  voice  to  sing  1 
To  fly  as  on  a  Cherub's  wing  ! 
Performing  with  unwearied  hands, 
The  present  Saviour's  high  commands, 

-5  Yet,  with  these  prospects  full  in  sighl> 
We'll  wait  thy  signal  for  the  flight* 
Fo  r  while  thy  service  we  pursut> 
W  e  ita'4-a  heaven  in  «JJ  we  d«. 


S9T  Death. 

$97-     Common  Metre. 

From  J.  Il's  Selection,  Hymn  555. 

The  presence  of  God  worth  dying  for  ;  or,  the  deat   '- 

of  Moses.  Deut.  xxxii.  4y.  50.  xxxiv.  5. 
1'  IT    ORD,  'tis  an  infinite  delight 
1  A  To  see  thy  lovely  face, 
To  dwell  whole  ages  in  thy  sight, 
And  feel  thy  vital  rays. 
2'  This  Gabriel  knows,  and  sings  thy  name, 
With  rapture  on  his  tongue  ;     , 
Moses,  the  saint,  enjoys  the  same. 
And  heaven  repeats  the  song. 

3  While  the  bright  nation  sounds  thy  praiwt 

F  rom  each  eternal  hill, 
Sweet  odours  of  exhaling  grace 
The  happy  regions  fill. 

4  Thy  love  a  sea  without  a  shore, 

Spreads  life  and  joy  abroad  ; 
O  'tis  a  heaven  worth  dying  for, 
To  see  a  smiling  God  ! 

5  Sweet  was  the  journey  to  the  sky, 

The  wond'rous  prophet  try'd  ; 
*  Chmb  up  the  mount,'  <  says  God  and  die,1 

The  prophet  climb'd  and  died. 
5  Softly  his  fainting  head  he  lay 

Upon  his  Maker's  breast : 
HU  Maker  kiss'd  his  soul  away, 

And  laid  nis  flesh  to  rest. 
7  She'w  me  rliyface   and  I'll  away 

From  il!  inferior  things  ; 
Speak,  Lord,  am-  here  1  quit  my  clay, 

And  stretch  my  airy  wings-. 


T 


.398.     Common  Metre. 
!From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  556. 

\  ^Children  dying  in  their  infancy  in  the  arms  of  Je* 
sus.     Matt.  xix.  14. 
HY  life  I  read  my  dearest  Lord, 
With  transport  all  divine ; 
Thine  image  trace  in  every  word, 
Thy  love  in  every  line. 
*J  Methinks  I  see  a  thousand  charms 
Spread  o'er  thy  loveiy  face, 
While  infants  in  thy  tender  arms 
Receive  the  smiling  grace. 

3  **  I  take  these  lambs,"  said  he, 

tc  And  lay  them  in  ray  breast: 
Protection  they  shall  find  in  me, 
In  r»e  be  ever  blst. 

4  Death  may  the  bands  of  life  uniose, 

But  can't  dissolve  my  love  : 
Millions  of  infant  souls  compose 
The  family  above. 

5  Their  feeble  frames  my  pow'r  shall  raise, 

And  mould  with  heavenly  skill  : 
I'll  give  them  tongues  to  sing  my  praise.. 
And  hands  to  do  my  will." 

6  His  words  the  happy  parents  hear, 
And  shout  with  joys  divine, 

Dear  Saviour,  all  we  have  and  are 
Shall  be  forever  thine* 

399.  Common  Metre. 

From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  557* 

At  the  funeral  of  a  young  person, 

WHEN  blooming  youth  is  snatched  awr^r 
By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay, 
Which  pity  must  demand* 
ECS 


403  Death. 


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While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh/ 

0  -"nay  this  truth,  imprest 

With  a^vfuj  power — i  too  must  die — 

Sink  deep  in  every  breart. 
Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more  :" 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb  ! 
It  t.i  is  us  seize  the  present  hour, 

To-morrow  death  may  come. 
The  vo.ee  of  this  alarming  scene 

May  every  heart  obe>  ; 
Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain, 

Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 
O  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly, 

Whose  powerful  arm  can  save  ; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high. 

And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 
Great  God  thy  sovereign  grace  impart, 

With  cleansing,  healing  power  ; 
This  only  can  prepare  the  heart 

For  death's  surprising  hour. 

400.     Short  Metre. 

From  J.  It's.  Selection,   Hymn  561- 

Preparatiori  for  death.      Matt-  xxv.  44. 

PREPARE  me  gracious  God, 
f  o  stand  before  thy  face  : 
Thy  spirit  must  the  work  perform, 

1  or  it  is  all  of  grace, 

In  Christ's  obedience  clothe, 

And  wash  me  in  his  blood  : 
So  shall  I  lift  my  head  with  joy, 

Among  the  sons  of  God. 
Do  thou  my  sins  subdue, 

Thy  sovereign  love  make  known  ; 
The  spirit  of  my  m.nd  renew, 

AftU  save  me  in  thy  son, 


Death.  401.40/2 

4>  Let  me  attest  thy  power, 

Let  me  thy  goodness  prove, 
'Till  my  full  soul  can  hold  no  more 
Of  everlasting  love. 

401.  Short  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Psalm  90- 

The  frailty  and  shortness  of  life, 
1    T    ORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
1  A  Js  this  our  mortal  frame  ! 
Our  life  how  poor  a  trifle'tis, 
That  scarce  deserves  the  name  I 
&  Alas,  the  brittle  clay 

That  built  our  body  first  ! 
And  ev'ry  month,  and  ev'ry  day, 
'Tis  mould'rins:  back  to  dust.. 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Our  feeble  pow'rs  decay, 
Swift  as  a  flood  our  hasty  days 
Are  sweeping  us  away, 

4  Yet,  if  our  days  must  fly, 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  sight, 
W'U  spend  them  all  in  wisdom's  way  : 
And  let  them  speed  their  fight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  sooner  o'er 

This  life's  tempestous  sea  ; 
Soon  we  shall  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
Of  blest  eternity. 

402.  Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  56.6. 

Comfort  under  the  loss  of  ministers. 
1  "^kTO^V  Jet  our  drooping  hearts  revive,. 
JL^I    And  all  our  tears  be  dry  ; 
Why  should  those  eyes  be  drown'd  in„grief.- 
Which  view  a  Saviour  nigh  ? 
3  What  tho*  the  arm  cf  conquering  death 


403  Death: 

Does  God's  own  house  invade  ? 
What  tho*  the  prophet  and  the  pries* 
Be  number'd  with  the  dead  ? 

3  Tho*  earthly  shepherds  dwell  in  dusf, 

The  aged  and  the  young. 
The  watchful  eye  in  darkness  clos'd. 
And  mute  th'  instructive  tongue  : 

4  Th'  eternal  Shepherd  still  surveys 

New  comfort  to  impart ; 
His  eye  still  guides  us,  and  his  voice 

Still  animates  our  heart. 
6  i(  Lo  I  am  with  you,*'  saith  the  Lord* 

"  My  church  shall  safe  abide  ; 
For  I  will  ne'er  forsake  my  own, 

Whose  souls  in  me  confide." 

5  Thro*  every  scene  of  life  and  death. 

This  promise  is  our  trust  : 
And  this  shall  be  our  children's  song", 
When  we  are  cold  in  dust. 

403.     Tune  Jrgr/U-. 
From  Hymn  66,  New  Collection* 

1  A    H  lovely  appearance  of  death  1 
JTjL   No  sight  upon  earth  is  so  fair  ; 
Not  all  the  gay  pageants  that  breathe 

Can  with  a  dead  body  compate  : 
With  solemn  delight  I  survey 

The  corps  when  the  spirit  is  fled, 
In  love  with  the  beautiful  clay, 

And  longing  to  lie  in  its  stead. 

2  How  blest  is  our  brother,  bereft 

Of  all  that  could  burthen  his  mind, 
How  easy  the  soul  that  hath   left 

This  wearisome  body  behind  ! 
Of  avil  incapable  Thou, 

Whose  relics  with  envy  I  see. 


Death.  4*33 

No  longer  in  misery  now, 

No  longer  a  sinner  like  me. 
5  His  body  affected  no  more 

With  sickness,  or  shaken  with  pain, 
The  war  in  the  members  is  o'er  ; 

And  never  shall  vex  him  again  : 
Jtfo  anger   henceforward,  or  shame, 

Shall  redden  this  innocent  clay  ; 
"Extinct  is  the  animal  flame, 

And  passion  is  vanish'd  away. 

4  The  languishing  head  is  at  rest, 

Its  thinking  and  aching  are  o'er, 
The  quite  immoveable  breast 

Is  heav'd  by  affliction  no  more  ; 
The  heart  is  no  longer  the  seat 

Of  trouble  and  torturing  pain^ 
It  ceases  to  flutter  and  beat, 

It  never  shall  flutter  again. 

5  The  lids  he  so  seldom  could  close, 

By  sorrow  forbidden  to  sleep, 
Seal'd  up  in  eternal  repose, 

Have  strangely  forgotten  to  weep  : 
The  fountains  can  yield  no  supplies, 
'    These  hollows  from  waters  are  free. 
The  tears  are  all  wip'd  from  these  eyes, 

And  evil  they  never  shall  see. 

6  To  mourn  and  to  suffer  is  mine, 

While  bound  in  a  prison  I  breath, 
And  still  for  deliverance  pine, 

And  press  to  the  issues  of  death  ; 
Wrhat  now  with  my  tears  I   bedew, 

O  might  I  this  moment  become, 
My  spirit  created  a-new, 

My  flesh  be  consig'd  to  the  tomb. 


404, 405  Death, 

404.     Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  63. 
A  funeral  thought.    / 
\   1     W  ARK  !  from  the  tomb?  a  doleful  souno% 
M.  JL   My  ears  attend  the  cry, 
4i  Ye  living  men  come  view  the    ground 
Where  you  must  shortly  iie» 
iB  Princes,  this  clay  mu6t  be  your  bed, 
In  spite  of  all  your  tow'rs  ; 
The  tail,  the  wise,  the  rev'rend  head, 
Must  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

3  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom  } 

And  are  weatill  secure  ! 
Still  walking  downwards  to  our  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more  ? 

4  Grant  us  the  pow'r  of  quick'ning  grace, 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly  ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh. 
We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 

405.    Common  Metre. 

From  I.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  49. 

Moses  dying  in.  the  embraces  of  God. 

1  ~W~"YEATH  cannot  make  our  souls  afraid* 

1   3   If  God  be  with  us  there  ; 
We  may  walkthrough  the  darkest  shade, 
And  never  yield  to  fear. 

2  I  could  renounce  my  all  below, 

If  my  Creator  bid  ; 
And  run,  if  I  were  calTd  to  go, 
And  die  as  Moses  did. 
S-  Might  I  but  .climb  to  Pi  gah's  top, 
And  view  the  promis'd  land, 
My  flesh  itself  should  long  to  drop, 
And  pray  for  the  command. 
4  Clasp'd  in  my  heav'nly  Father's  arms* 


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I  would  forget  my  breath, 
And  lose  my  life  among  the  charms 
Of  so  divine  a  death. 

Resurrection  of  the  body.. 

406.  Short  Metre. 
From  1.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  110. 
Iriumvh  over  death,  in  the  hopes  of  the  resurrec- 
tion. 
1     A  *^  mast  this  body  die.  ? 
JLX    This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay  ? 
&  Corruption,  earth  and  worms, 
Shall  but  refine  this  flesh, 
*Till  my  triumphant  spirit  comes> 
To  put  it  on  afresh, 
S  God   my  Redemer  lives, 
And  often  from   the  skies 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dusfr^ 
*Ti  1  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

4  Array'd  in  glorious  grace, 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
Andev'ry  shape,  and  ev'ry  face 
Look  keav'-oly  and  divine. 

5  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jesus'  dying  love  ; 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below. 
And  sing  his  pow'r  above. 

6  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praise 

Of  these  our  humble  songs. 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 


407,  408        Resurrection  of  the  hedy, . 

407.     Common  Metre. 

From  I.  W.  Book  1,  Hymn  6. 

Triumph  over  death.     Job.  xix.  25,  26,  2jj 

1  f^*  MEAT  God,  I  own  the  sentence  jusr^ 
vJT  And  nature  must  decay  ; 

I  yield  my  body  to  the  dust, 
To  dwell  with  fellow-clay. 

2  Yet  faith  may  triumph  o'er  the  grave* 

And  trampled  on  the  tomb; 
My  Jesus,  my  Redeemer  lives, 
My  God,  my  Saviour  comes. 
3,  The  mighty  Conqueror  shall  appear 
High  on  a  soyal  seat, 
And  death,  the  last  of  all  his  foes, 
Lie  vanquished  at  his  ftct., 
4  Though  greedy  worms  devour  my  skin, 
And    gnaw  my  wasting  flesh, 
When  God  shall  build  my  bones  again, 
He'll  clothe  them  all  aiVesh  ; 
£  TUen  shall  I  see  thy  lovely  face 
With  strong  immortal  eyes, 
And  feast  upon  thy  unknown  grace 
With  pleasure  and  surprise. 

408.     Tune  Rodney's  Glory. 
From  Hymn  110,  New  Collection. 
Triumph  ov^r  death. 
I   TTOYV  happy  every  child  of  grace, 

JTX  The  soul  that's  fill'd  with  joy  and  peace1 
That  bears  the  fruita  of  righteousness, 

And  kept  by  Jesu's  power, 
Their  trespasses  are  allforgiv'n, 
Thi  antedate  the  joys  ofhecvv'' 
In  raptuious  lays 
Shout  the  praise. 
Of  Jesu's  grace. 
To  a  lost  race 


Resurrection  of  the  fofcfy;  4t)0 

Of  pinners  brought  to  happiness 
Through  the'atoning  blood  of  Jesus, 
2  Satan  may  tempt,  and  hell  may  rage* 
And  all  the  powers  of  earth  besiege  ; 
Their  united  strength  at  once  engage 

To  pluck  a  soul  from  Jesus. 
The  faithful  soul  laughs  them  to  scorn, 
Me*s  heaven  bound,  lie's  heaven  born, 
He'll  watch  and  pray* 
Night  and  day* 
Fight  his  way. 
Win  the  day, 
And  all  his  enemies  dismay, 
Thro*  the  mighty  name  of  Jesus. 
$  O  monster,  Death,  thy  sting  isdrawn? 
O,  boasting  Grave,  no  trophies  won, 
The  saint  triumphs  thto'  grace  alone. 

To  praise  the  name  of  Jesus. 
At  length  he  bids  the  world  adiea, 
With  all  its  vanity  and  shew — 
The  soul  it  flies, 
Thro4  the  skies, 
To  Paradise, 
And  joins  its  voice, 
In  rapturous  lays  of  iove,  to  praise 
The  glorious  name  of  Jesus. 
5  When  Gabriel's  awful  trump  shall  sound. 
And  rend  the  rocks  convulse  the  ground. 
And  swears  that  time  is  at  an  end, 

Ye  dead  arise  to  judgment, 
See  lightnings  flash,  and  thunders  roll, 
This  earth  wrapt  like  a  parchment  scroll* 
Comets  blaze, 
Sinners  raise, 
Dread  Amaze, 
And  horrors  seize 


40Q  Tfie  day  of  Judgment. 

The  guilty  sons  of  Adam's  race, 
Unsav'd  from  sin  by  Jesus. 
5  The  christian  fill'd  with  rapturous  joy, 
JVIidsi  flaming  worlds  he  mounts  on  high 
To  meet  his  Saviour  in  the  sky, 

And  see  the  face  of  Jesus. 
The  soul  and  body  reunite, 
And  fill'd  with  glory  infinite, 

Blessed  day, 

Christians  say, 

Will  you  pray, 

That  we  may 
All  join  that  happy  company, 
To  praise  the  name  of  Jesus, 

The  day  of  Judgment. 

409.  Long  Metre. 

From  J'.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  570. 

Sinners    and  Saints  in  the  wreck  of  Nature.      Isa\ 

%xiv.  18 — 20. 

1  TTJf  OW  great,  how  terrible  that  God, 
JLJl   Who  shakes  creation  with  his  nod  * 
.He  iiowns — earth,  sea,  all  nature's  frame 
Sink  in  one  universal  flame. 

2  Where  now,  O  where  shall  sinners  seefc 
For  shelter  in  the  general  wreck  ! 
Shall  falling  rocks  be  o'er  them  thrown  ? 
See  rocks,  like  snow,  dissolving  down. 

3  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry  : 
In  lakes  of  liquid  fire  they  lie  ; 
There  on  the  flaming  billows  tost, 
Forever— O  forever  lost. 

4  But  sair.ts  undaunted  and  serene 

Your  eyes  shall  view  the  dreadful  scene; 
Your  Saviour  lives,  the  worlds  expire, 


The  day  of  Judgment.         410,411 
And  earth  and  skies  dissolve  in  fire. 

3  Jesus  the  helpless  creature's  friend. 
To  thee  my  all  I  dare  commend  ; 
Thou  canst  preserve  my  feeble  soul, 
When  lightnings  blaze  from  pole  to  pole,  . 

410.     Long  Metre. 

From  J.  ft's.  Selection,  Hymn  571. 

The  books  opened.  Rev.  xx.  12. 

1  "]%/■"  E'i'H  INKS  the  last  gfeat  day  is  come, 
-LtJL   Methinks  1  hear  the  trumpet  sound 
That  shakes  the  earth,  rends  every  tomb, 
And  wakes  the  prisoners  under  ground. 

2  The  mighty  deep  g^ives  up  her  trust, 
Aw'd  by  the  Judge's  high  command  : 
Both  small  and  great  now  quit  their  dust, 
And  round  the  dread  tribunal  stand. 

S  Behold  the  awful  books  display'd, 
Big  with  the  important  fates  of  men  : 
Each  deed  and  word  now  public  made. 
As  wrote  by  heaven's  unerring  pen. 

4  To  every  soul  the  books  assign 
The  joyous  or  the  dread  reward  : 
Sinners  in  vain  lament  and  pine, 
No  pleas  the  judge  will  here  regard. 

9  Lord,  when  these  awfujjeaves  unfold, 
May  life's  fair  book  my  soul  approv 
There  may  I  read  my  name  enro1 
And  triumph  in  Redeeming  lov 
411.  Short  Metr' 
From  J.  R's  Selection  f 
^The  final  sentence  and  misery  a4" 

xxv.  41 
I  A    ND  will  the  Ju 

J7X_  And  mustth' 
And  not  a  single  sou 


4"1 2  The  day  of  Judgment. 

His  all-discerning  eyes  ? 
3       And  from  his  righteous  lips 

Shall  this  dread  sentence  sound  ; 
And  thro'  the  num'rous  guilty  throng1, 

Spread  black  despair  around  ? 

3  "  Depart  from  me,  accursed 
To  everlasting  flame, 

"  For  rebel  angels  first  prcpar'<J. 
Where  mercy  never  came." 

4  How  will  my  heart  endure 
The  terrors  of  that  day  : 

When  earth  and  heaven  before  his  face? 
AstonLsh'd  shrink  away  \ 

5  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 
The  mansions  of  the  dead  ; 

Hark  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound, 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ? 

6  Ye  sinners  seek  his  grace, 
Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bearV 

Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

7  So  shall  that  curse  remove, 
By  which  the  Saviour  bled  : 

And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 
His  blessings  on  your  head. 

412.      Tune  Conquest. 
T.R's.  Selection,  Hymn  575. 
La,  He  cometh. 
meth  !  countless  trumpets 
*>>se  the  sleeping  dead  : 
ind  saints  and  angels 
*uhed  head  : 

Son  of  God. 
»  harpers, 


The  day  of  Judgment.  4^  % 

Thro*  th'  eternal  deep  resounds  J 
Now  resplendent  shine  his  nail-prints* 

Every  eye  shall  see  his  wounds  ; 
They  who  piere'd  him 
Shall  at  his  appearance  wail. 
3  Full  of  joyful  expectation, 

oait.ts  behold  the  judge  appear  r 
Truth  and  justice  go  before  him, 

Now  the  joyful  sentence  hear  :" 
Hallelujah, 

Welcome,  welcome,  Judge  divine^ 
%  feme,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father, 

if  Enter  into  life  and  joy  : 
Banish  jli  your  fears  and  sorrows, 

Endiess  praise  be  your  employ  :?* 
Hr.lielujah, 

U  ekoine»  welcome  to  the  skies. 
5   Now  at  once  they  rise  to  glory 

Jesus  brings  them  to  the  King  ; 
There  with  all  the  hosts  of  heaven., 

They  eternal  anthems  sing  : 
Hallelujah, 
Boundless  glory  to  the  Lamb. 

413.     Tune  Conquest* 

From  J.  R's  Selection,  Hymn  57fe. 

Judgment.  Rev.  i.  7.   vi.  14 — 17.  xxii.  17.  20. 

1    ~JT~    O  !  he  comes  with  clouds  descending, 

_i_J  Once  for  favor*d  sinners  slain  ! 

Thousand  thousand  saints  attending, 

Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train  : 
Halleiujah, 

Jesus  now  shall  ever  reign. 
£  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 
Rob'd  in  dreadful  majesty  ; 
Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  hiir>2 
Jf2 


4  14  The  day  of  Ju.dginer:t. 

Pieiy'd  and  nail'd  him  to  the  tree,. 
Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  great  Messiah  see. 

3  Every  islar.d,  sea,  and  mountain, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  flee  awayr 
All  who  hate  him  must,  confounded, 

Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day  ; 
Come  to  judgment ! 
Come  to  judgment !  come  away 

4  Now  redemption,  long  expected, 

See  in  solemn  pomp  appear  ! 
All  his  saints  by  man  rejected, 

Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air  \ 
Hallelujah, 

See  the  day  of  God  appear  ! 
3_  Answer  thine  own  bride  and  Spirit, 
Hasten  Lord  the  general  doom  ! 
The  new  heaven  and  earth  t*  inherit, 
Take  thy  pining  exiles  home  : 
1  All  creation  .  * 
Travails  groans,  and  bids  thee  come  ! 
6  Yea  1  Amen  !   let  all  adore  thee, 
High  on  thine  exalted  throne  ; 
Saviour  take  the  power  and  glory  : 

Claim  the  kingdoms  for  thine  own ! 
O  come  quickly  : 
Hallelujah  !  come  Lord,  come  ! 
414.     Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  62. 
God  the  Thunderer;  or,   the    last  Judgment*— and 

hdl* 
i   OING  to  the  Lord,  ye  heavenly  hosts, 
>3  And  thou,  O  earth,  adore  ; 
*  Made  in  a  great  sudden  stem  of  thunder ,  Au- 
gust 20th  16Q7r   • 


'The-  day  of  Judgmen  i .  415' 

Letcieath  and  hell  thro'  all  their  coasts,* 

Stand  trembling  at  his  pow'r. 
His  sounding  chariot  shakes  the  sky, 

He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne  ; 
There  all  his  stores  of  lightning  lie, 

'Till  vengeance  darts  them  down. 
His  nostrils  breathe  out  firey  streams, 

And  +Vom  his  awful  tongue 
A  sov'reign  voice  divides  the  flames', 

And  thunders  roar  along. 
Think,  O  my  soul,  the  dreadful  day 

When  their  incensed  God 
Shall  rend  the  sky  and  burn  the  sea, 

And  fling  his  wrath  abroad! 
What  shall  the  wretch,  the  sinner  do  ? 

He  once  defy'd  the  Lord  ; 
But  he  shall  dread  the  tliundYer  now, 

And  sink  beneath  his  word, 
Tempests  of  angry  fire  shall  roli> 

To  blast  the*otf?I  worm, 
And  beat  upon  his  naked  soul 

in  one  eternal  storm. 

415.     Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Psalm  50. 
The  last  Judgement  ;  or,  the  Saints  rewarded, 

THE  Lord,  the  Judge  before    has    throne 
Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh, 
The  nation  near  the  rising  sun,  * 

And  near  the  western  sky. 
No  more  shall  bold  blasphemers  sayj 

Judgment  will  ne'er  begin  ; 
No  more  abuse  his  long  delay 

To  impudence  and  sin. 
Thron'ddon  a  cloud  our  God  shall  come.    . 

Bright  flames  prepare  his  way3 


4  i  6  ffeti  and  Heaven* 

Thunder  and  darkness,  fire  and  storifc 
Lead  on  the  dreadfu!  day. 
4  Heav'n  from  above  his  call  .sha^  hear, 
Attending  angels  come, 
And  earth  and  hell  shall  know  and  fear 
His  justice  and  their  doom. 
3  "  But  gather  all  my  saints  (he  cries) 
Whose  peace  is  made  with  God,, 
By  the  Redeemer's  sacrifice, 
And  sealed  with   his  blood. 
$  Their  faith  and  works  brought  forth  to  lighi> 
Shall  make  the  world  confess 
My  sentence  of  reward  is  ri^ht, 
And  heav'n  adore  rny  gvace." 

Hell  and  Heaven. 

416.     Long  Metre 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hvmn  582. 
Thzrich  man  and  LaZaruu   Luke  xvi.  25. 
N  what  confusion  e^Y^    appears, 
God's  dearest  children  bath'd  in  tears; 
While  they  who  heaven  itself  deride, 
Riot  in  luxury  and  pride. 
But  patient  let  my  soul  attend  ; 
And  ere  I  censure  view  the  end  ; 
That  end  how  different  who  can  tell  ? 
The  wide  extremes  of  heaven  and  hell. 
See  the  red  flames  around  him  twine, 
Who  did  in  gold  and  purple  shine  ! 
Nor  can  his  tongue  one  drop  obtain 
T*  allay  the  scorching  of  his  pain. 
While  round  the  saints  so  poor  below, 
Full  rivers  of  salvation  flow  ; 
On  Abram's  breast  he  leans  his  head? 
And  banquets  on  celestial  bread. 


*I 


Hell  and  He  a  vefci  4 1 7 

T  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  let  me  share 
•The  meanest  of  thy  servant-:  fare ; 
May  I  at  last  approach  to  taste 
The  blessings  of  thy  marriage  feast. 
41 7.     Common  M?tre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  2. 
The  death  of  a  sinner. 
l'  "T\/f"Y  thoi%hts  on  awful  subjects  roll* 
JLyJL  Damnation  and  the  dead  ; 
What  hcrrors  seize  the  guilty  soul 
Upon  a  dying  bed. 
2  Ling'ring  about  these  mortal  shores. 
She  makes  a  long  delay, 
'Ti;J,  like  a  flood  with  rapid  force 
Death  sweeps  the  wretch  away. 
S*  Then,  swift  and  dreadful,  she  descends 
Down  to  the  fiery  coast, 
Amongst  abominable  fiends, 
Herself  a  frighted  ghost. 
4*  There  endless  crouds  of  sinners  lie, 
And  darkness  makes  their  chains  : 
Tortured  with  keen  despair  they  cry, 
Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 
5  Not  all  their  anguish  and  their  blood 
For  their  own  guilt  atones. 
Nor  the  compassion  of  a  God, 
Shall  hearken  to  their  groans. 
<3  Amazing  grace,  that  kept  my  breathv 
*  Nor  bid  my  soul  remove, 
'Till  I  had  learn'd  my  Saviour's  death* 
And  we!!  insur'd  his  love  ! 


^i8,  419  Utaven. 

418.  Long  Metre. 
From  J.  R*6.  Selection,  Hymn  58J. 
\  Q  INNER,  O  why  so  thoughtless  grown  J 
O    Why  in  such  dreadful  haste  to  die  » 
Daring  to  leap  to  worlds  unknown, 
Heedless  against  thy  God  to  fly  ? 

2  Wilt  thou  despise  eternal  fate, 
Urg'd  on  by  sin's  fantastic  dreams, 
Madly  attempt  the  infernal  gate, 
And  force  thy  passage  to  the  flames  ? 

3  Stay  sinner  on  the  gospel  plains, 
Behold  the  God  of  love  unfold 
The  glories  of  his  dying  pains. 
Forever  telling,  yet  untold. 

419.     Common  Metre. 
;  From  I.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  1 07. 
The  everlasting  absence  of  God  intoltrebU* 
1  rT^HAT  awful,  day  will  surely  come, 
A     Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste. 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 
%  Thou  lovely  chief  of  till  my  joys, 
Thou  Sov' reign  of  my  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound,  Depart  ! 
£  The  thunder  of  that  dismal  word 
Would  so  torment  my  ear, 
'Twould  tear  my  soul  asunder,  Lord, 
With  most  tormenting  fear. 

4  [What,  to  be  banish'd  for  ray  life. 

And  yet  forbid  to  die  ; 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
Yet  death  forever  fly  ? 
J>  Oh,  wretched  state  of  deep  despair 
To  see  mv  God  remove, 


Heaven.  42Q 

And  fix  my  doleful  station  whcrfe- 
I  must  not  taste  his  love  ! 

6  Jesus,  1  throw  my  arms  around 

And  hang  upon  thy  breast ; 
Without  a  gracious  smile  from  thee 
My  spirit  cannot  rest. 

7  Oh  1  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands, 
Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book. 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 

8  [G\\z  me  one  kind  assuring  word, 

To  sink  my  fears  again, 
And  cheerfully  my  soul  shall  wait 
Her  threescore  years  and  ten. 
420.  Long  Metre. 
From  J.  W.  Book  2,  Hymn  23. 
The  Mpht  of  God  and  Christ  in  heaven. 

1  T^^SCEN  D  from  heav'n  immortal  Dove, 
J  3  Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  thy  wings, 

And  mount  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  these  inferior  things*: 

2  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  sky, 
Up  where  eternal  ages  roll, 
Where  colid  pleasures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feast  the  sou!. 

S  O  for  a  sight,  a  pleasant  sight 

Of  our  Almighty  Father's  throne  ! 

There  sits  our  Saviour  crown'd  with  light, 

Cloth'd  in  a  body  like  our  own. 
4  Adoring  saints  around  him  stand, 

And  thrones  and  pow'rs  before  him  fall  ; 

The  God  shines  gracious  through  the  man. 

And  sheds  sweet  glories  on  them  all. 
r  O  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 

While  to  their  golden  har*ps  they  sing'. 

> "  "'  m 


421,422  lleat£». 

And  sit  on  ev'ry  heav'nly  hii], 
And  spread  the  triumphs  of  their  King* 
5       hen  shall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear 
That  1  shall  mount  to  dwell  above, 
And  stand  and  bow  amongst  'em  there., 
And  view  thy  face,  and  sing  and  love  ? 
421.     Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Book  1,  Hymn  62. 
Christ  Jesus  the  Lymb    of  God  worshipped  by  j£ 

the  creation.     Rev.  v.  1  1 ,  12,  13. 
i   /"""lOME  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs, 
\^y   With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues- 
But  al^their  joys  are  one. 
3  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd  they  cry 
To  be  exalted  thus  : 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  lips  reply, 
For  he  was  slain  for  us, 
:>  Je^usis  worthy  to  receive 
Honor  and  pow'r  divine  : 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be  1  -ord,  forever  thine. 
-i  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the   sky, 
And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  hi^h, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 
1  Tne  whole  creation  join  in  one, 
To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  that  sits  upon  the  throne. 
And  to  adorethe  Lamb. 

4*32.   Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  585* 
The  joys  of  lititveu. 
■  \    j^lOME,  Lord,  and    warm    each    tail 
\    V^'  heart, 

I      Inspire  e  tongue  « 


Vith  sounds  seraphic  ring  ; 
L-nd,  'end  your  wings,  I  mount,  {  fly, 
(  grave  !  where  is  thy  victory  ! 
O  death  !  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
425.  Common  Metre. 
From  I.  W.  Psalm  90,  Part  g. 
/  Breathing  after  Heaven,    t 

1   ~|3  ETURN,  O  God  of  love,  return  j, 
_fij|>  Earth  is  a    tiresome  place  : 
How  long  shall  we  thy  children  mourn 
Our  absence  from  thy  face  i 
£  Let  heav'n  succeed  our  painful  yeais, 
Let  sin  and  sorrow  cease* 
And  in  proportion  to  our  tears, 
So  make  our  joys  increase. 

3  Thy  woncVrs  to  thy  servants  show. 

Make  thy  own  work  complete  ; 
Then  shall  our  sould  thy  glory   knowy 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 

4  There  we  shall  shine  before  ihy  throne 

In  all  thy  beauty  Lord  ; 
And  the  poor  service  we  have  done 
Meet  a  divine  reward. 

42£.     Common  Metre. 

From  Hymn  26,  New  cwu.^ 

He  hath  prepared  for  them  a  City. 

JERUSALEM  !  my  happy  home, 
O  how  I  long  for  thee  1 
When  will  my  sorrows  have  an  end  f 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

2  Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stonev 
Most  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearl, 
Thy  streets  are  pavM  with  gold.  / , 

3  Thy  gardens  and  thy  pleasant  gree*^  > 


Heavejix 


My  study  long  have  been  ; 

Such  sparkling  light  by  human  sight, 

Has  never  yet  been  seen. 

4  If  heaven  be  thus.  O  !  golorious,  Lord, 
Why  should  1  stay  from  thence  ? 

Wbat  folly  'tis  that  I  should  dread 
To  die  and  go  from  hence. 

5  Reach  down,  re*ch  dawn  thine  arm  of 
And  cause  me  to  ascend,  [grace^ 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 

And  sabath  never  end  ! 

6  Jesus  my  love,  to  glory's  gone, 
Him  will  I  go  and  see, 

And  all  my  brethren  hefefcelow, 
Will  soon  come  after  me. 

7  Millions  of  years  around  m.y  run, 
Our  songs  shall  still  go  on, 

To  praised  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  three  in  one. 

427.     Tune  The  Lilly. 
From  Hymn  120,  New  Collection. 
Longing  for  Heaven. 
,"I*TN  heaven's   my   home,  my  treasure's  all 

JL         above,  

Thatja-^  ^i-cice,  and  pure  unchanging  love. 
Where  my  dear  friends  with  God  are  ever 
blest, 

1       *  lo"g  with  them  to  share  the  promi's  rest. 
I  here  Jesus,  my  almighty  Saviour  reigns, 

And  scatters  bliss  thro*  all  (he  heavenly  plains; 
W  hat    transports   all    his     ransonVd*  people 
prove  ? 

V^iie  they  enjoy  his  smiles  and    taste    hit 

love. 

Dear  Lord  !  this  world  has  nothing  to  impart. 


Heaven*  4* 

To  sooth  the  pains  of   my    poor    longing- 
heart  ; 
I  languish    Saviour,  to  behold  thy  face  ; 

And  dwell  forever  in  thy  fond  embrace  ._ 
Come  then,  Lord  Jesus,  graciously  appear, 
Thy  smites   aione  my    drooping  soul  can  ( 
cheer ; 
For  thee  I  pant,  for  the  alone  I  grieve  ; 

For  peace,  true  peace,  is  only  thine  to  give9 
Roll  on,  ye  wheels  of  time,  and  bring  the  day^ 

When  I  shall  quit  this  tenement  of  clay  ; 
To  join  the  triumphs  of  the  randsom'd  throng,, 
Where  Jesu's  love  inspire  the  raptur'd  song. 
428.     Common  Metre. 
From  J.  R's.  Selection,  Hymn  588. 
The  eceria.st.ing  song. 

EARTH  has  en^ross'd  my  love  too  long, 
'Tis  time  I  lift  mine  eyes 
Upward,  dear  Father,  to   thy    throne, 

And  to  m  y  native  skies. 
There  the  blest  man  my  Saviour  sits  s 

The  God  how  bright  he  shines  1 
And  scatters  infinite  delights 

On  all  the  happy  minds. 
Seraphs  with  elevated  strains, 

Circle  the  throne  around  : 
And  move  and  charm  the  starry  plains. 

With  an  immortal  sound. 
Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  harps  employ  ; 

Jesus  my  love  they  sing  : 
Jesus  the  life  of  both  our'joys, 

Sounds  sweet  from  every  string. 
[Hark,  how  beyond  the  narrow  bound* 

Of  time  and  space  they  run  ; 
And  echo  in  majestic  sounds 


4&   &&  Heaven. 

The  Godhead  of  the  Son  1 
&  And  now  they  sink  the  lofty  tune* 
And  gentler  notes  they  play  ; 
And  bring  the  Father's  equal  down 
To  dwell  in  humble  clay. 
?-"0  sacred  beauties  of  the  man  { 
(The  God  resides  within  :) 
His  flesh  all  pure  without  a  stain  ; 
His  soul  without  a  sin  : 
a  But  when  to  Calvary  they  turn, 
Silent  their  harps  abide  ; 
Suspended  songs,  a  moment,  mourn 
The  God  that  Jov'd  and  dy'd. 
§  Then  all  at  once,  to  living  strains 
They  summon  every  chord  ; 
Tell  how  he  triumph'd  o'er  his  pains, 
And  chaunt  the  rising  Lord.] 
i-0  Now  let  me  mount  and  join  their  song, 
And  be  an  angel  too  ; 
My  heart,  my  hand,  my  ear  my  tongue, 
Here's  joyful  work  for  you. 
li  I  would  begin  the  music  here, 
And  so  my  soul  should  rise  ; 
O  for  some  heavenly  notes  to  bear 
My  passions  to  the  sides  ! 
VZ  There  ye  th$t  love  my  Saviour  sit : 
Tnere  I  would  fain  have  plac°. 
Among  your  thrones,  or  at  your  feet, 
So  I  might  te«  hit  face. 


Z>oxoiigie9.       429,  30,  3  1,  32,  *, 

429.  C.  M. 

TO  Father  Son  and  Holy  Ghost 
Who  made  the  earth  and  heaven, 
Of  equal  dignity  possest, 
Be  equal  honors  given. 

430.      C.  M. 
*  OpHE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 
H      Who  cc  is  our  souls  from  death, 
Vv  ho  saves  by  his  redeeming  Word 
And  new  creating  breath. 

2  To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  all  divine,  w 
The  One  in  Three  and  Threfc  in  One, 
Let  saints  and  angels  join. 
431.    S.  M. 

TO  the  eternal  Three, 
In  will  and  essence  One, 
Be  universal  homage  paid* 
Coequal  Iionors  done. 

432.  S.  M. 

I    TT    ET  God  the  Maker's  name, 
1  4  Have  honor,  love  and  fear 
To  God  the  Saviour  pay  the  same, 
And  God  the  comforter. 

3  Father  of  lights  above,  J 

Thy  mercy  we  adore, 
The  Son  of  thy  eternal  love,      / 
And  Spirit  of  thy  pow'r« 

433.  L.  M. 

PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flew 
Praise  him  all  creatures  here  below, 
Praise  him  above  ye  heavenly  host, 
Praise  Y'"  \her,  Son  and  Hofy  Ghostl 


^  3lfj  36,  37,  38     OoioHgies, 
434     L-    M  . 

I   f^i  LORY  to  God  the  Trinity, 

%J[  Whose  name  has  mysteries  unknown, 
In  essence  One,  in  persons  Threa  ; 
A  social  nature,  yet  alone. 

9  When  all  our  noblest  pow'rs  are  join'd, 
The  honors  of  thy  name  to  raise  ; 
Thy  glories  over-match  our  mind, 
Nor  angels  reach  thy  highest  praise. 

435.      10s. 

C"1  I  VE  glory  to  God,  ye  children  of  men, 
>f    And  publish  abroad,  again  and  again, 
The   Son's   glorious  merit,  the  Father's  free 

grace  ; 
The  gifts  of  the  Spirit,  to  Adam's  lost  race'. 

435.    8.  8.  6. 

TO  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Be  praise  amid  the  heavenly  host, 
And  in  the  church  be3ow  ; 
From  whence  all  creatures  djrevr  their  breath, 
By  whom  redemption  bless'd  tfie.f  .stb, 
From  whom  all  comforts  flow  i 

437.  7s. 

GLORY  to  the  Father's  name, 
Jesus's  excellence  proclaim, 
Sing  the  blessed  Spirit's  praise, 
AngeU  swell  the  notes  we  raise. 

438.  8s. 

PRAISE  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Ye  suffering  and  triumphant  host  ; 
One  God,  in  persons  three  adore, 

The  same  in  majesty  and  pow'r  : 
Shout  to  the  great  Jehovah's  praise 
'  r«  cons  of  glory  am}  «f  grace. 


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